#big fucking enlarged mood

[quills-of-freedom]

Headcanons ~

Modern AU - How they'd react to seeing you working in a strip club (And they have feelings for you)

Inspired by... well me being an ex-stripper :')

Written as if reader is working there just for some extra cash, not as a living - it'll make sense why I noted this as it goes on.

Reiner - Porco - Eren - Levi

Some music to set the mood 🔥

Reiner

Reiner would never wander into a strip club on his own accord, either being dragged in during a bachelor party or doesn't realise what the establishment actually is. As much as he appreciates the female form, Reiner is too respectful and too much of a softy and a blushing mess.

Get this man some water please, for pity's sake. His face is flushed the entire time he's in there, his eye-line erratic as he avoids sights of thighs, asses, boobs and bare stomachs.

When the dancers come to talk to him for a private dance, he'll politely turn them down, his eyes glueing to theirs, his mouth dry and - oh gosh is he shaking?

He doesn't know it's you being called on stage because well, they use your stage name. But when the lights brighten slightly and he sees you - legit thinks he's been spiked for a moment and is seeing things.

His movements all stop, his lips part and his eyes enlarge when he realises this is actually happening.

"Oh, you like her?" The other girls will say. "She's great, you should get a dance from her."

Excuses himself and heads into the bathroom while you're on stage, splashing his face with cold water. Other patrons in the toilets laugh at him. "Yeah, it's tough out there, huh buddy?"

Once he hears applause he knows you're done and swiftly leaves. This is what gives him the incentive to confess his feelings for you and try to convince you to leave.

I know if Reiner Braun told me he loved me, I'd leave and never look back.

Porco

Porco loves to talk big and will laugh and "banter" with the "lads" but under the surface, he's a lot like Reiner and is pretty shy (at first) when it comes to intimacy.

He's respectful and will enjoy the attention of the dancers but I can't see him ever getting a private dance, if I'm honest.

He avoids his gaze like Reiner but isn't having mini panic attacks about it like his blonde friend.

When he sees you, he freezes and his nose burns pink but quickly regains his composure. He'll walk up to you and tell you to get changed, he's taking you home.

He hasn't drunk too much so he's okay to drive as he takes you towards his house.

"Porco, where are we -" "You should have just told me if you wanted some money." "It's not like that, I can make my own mon-" "We'll talk about it later."

You'll go to his where you have a long conversation into the night, where he admits his feelings for you and fucks you into his bed.

Oh god, I might turn this one into a fic...

Eren

I can't see Eren actively seeking out a "gentleman's" club, but he's not fussed about being in one either.

He turns down private dances politely. He'll have friendly conversations with the dancers but if they keep pushing for money he will turn mean.

He will get a dance if he is totalled though, but he'll sit with a blank face the entire time - unless he was my boyfriend, I don't think I would wanna dance for Eren tbh :')

Has no problem approaching you with a smirk when he sees you. "Woah, I didn't know you worked here. I'd be in every night."

Pays you to talk with him all night (he insists) to keep other men away from you and to warm you up for his confessions of feelings later. If any man stares, he'll shoot a warning look. If anyone is disrespectful, he will throw hands.

He stops drinking so he can take you home after your shift. He takes you to his, confesses his feelings, convinces you to stop and gives you the best sex of your life until you can no longer walk.

Levi

There's no way Levi would knowingly go into a club. Let alone a nude one. He's either been tricked or he wasn't aware. "Little black book...? I thought this was a fuckin' Library." "Levi... what library is open at 2am with thumping music?!"

Is not amused. DO NOT try to get a private dance. Oh god, he will make you cry if you try to.

Once he sees you, he'll snarl and straight up grab you and tell you to get changed, he's taking you home.

You have to beg the bouncers not to all leap onto him.

Scolds you, so bad. But explains it's only because he cares. It's not the profession it's the people it attracts.

Again, best sex of your life.

[transitioningpirate]

today (03/07) marks nine months since i started T!!!!!

im so happy with the changes so far, everything has been amazing and my self esteem has raised significantly. maybe even too much LMAOOO i feel so hot and attractive all the time and im so proud of my body and how i look, it's INSANE. this is something i never experienced before. even when i knew i was objectively attractive i was still very much unhappy with my body because it didn't felt mine. now it feels like im, i dont know, finally looking like myself? does that make sense?

what im trying to say is that i finally look at the mirror and the person i see looking back is me, and i feel good about it.

not everything is perfect, obviously, but here's some changes in general i've noticed:

body hair! this is something i didn't expect to be such a great change - facial hair specifically, sure, but my legs and arms and my belly is far more hairy now! i also got a happy trail which im super excited about because i always thought they were incredibly attractive. my moustache is thicker and it definitely shows but it isn't that big yet, as well as my beard, which is even thicker and smaller, but it's there :)

my voice dropped insanely, like, i sound almost completely different - ive been doing that "this is my voice one week/month/etc on T" thing and the difference is so clear it's craaazy. im in love with it. i like talking so much more now!!

acne. this is a biiiig one. my skin has never had more acne, on my face and on my back as well. i tried a special soap for it but it didn't help much. it doesn't hurt or anything, but it's definitely there, especially whiteheads. ive made cleaning them a part of my routine at this point. it doesn't bother me as much as i thought it would, to be honest, but it's still annoying :/

bottom growth! my t dick is very enlarged by now and it genuinely looks more like a micropenis than a clit, which im surprised about since it hasn't even been that long!!! but my doctor did say that based on my exams my metabolism was adapting so well to T that i had more testosterone than some cis men my age at this point, so im not that surprised, though it does feel very affirming

my appetite is absolutely insane i eat almost three times the amount i used to and i still managed to lose weight some-fucking-how ?? but i took some blood samples and my doctor said im super duper healthy. i was proud of it the whole week. she did say that my diet was something to be proud of :D

my chest is also smaller! this isn't something i expected and i had to check myself multiple times to be sure but, yup, definitely smaller. i knew it was a possibility, but i didn't think it would be so obvious! i absolutely adore it, though. i feel more comfortable talking to people and sometimes even going outside when im not binding, which is something i would never even dream about before T. it also makes binding easier in general. makes me feel really good i have to say i never thought a smaller chest would be so affirming but it is

my mood has just been better in general, though it is the end of the semester and im stressed by a few personal things. when it gets low, it gets real low, but when it's high - and it usually is, unless something happened - it's like im on cloud nine :D ive also found the confidence to stand up for myself a lot more, which isn't something im very used to doing, and that feels good but it sometimes leads to some stressful situations. absolutely no regrets though >:3

[harrystylesfan2686]

Angle shot A.U.

Pairing: Harry x Reader.

Summary: yn trying to have a good night but gets a blast from the past. Harry protecting 😈

Angle shot is a type of code to tell your bartender that you feel unsafe.

Neat= feel unsafe and need someone to escort to your car

With ice= need someone to call taxi

With lime= call police

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I signed while entering the bar. It was so crowded here. I'm at a local pub I heard about a couple days ago. I just had a fight with Cloe, my roommate, about maintenance fees which she isn't paying and I have to pay for her because our landlord is threatening to kick us out.

This was her 3th time not paying. She doesn't have money because she is unemployed. I hate it. I am the one always paying for everything like our maintenance, groceries, light bill, water bill, everything! I'm so mad at her.

Today, I had enough and confronted her about it. She ignored me and locked herself in the room as if what I say just doesn't matter. I got so mad and left the house yelling that either she is leaving or I am.

So here I am sitting in a bar deciding if I should drink or not since I'll be the one driving me home later. You know what, Fuck it. I'm drinking.

"Bartender" I called out.

"And what can I get for you, ma'am" a tall guy came in front of me. I could clearly hear the british accent in his words. Wow he's really hot. 6ft, green eyes, sharp jaw, totally my type.

"One sex on the beach, please"

"Going for the easy stuff I see" the guy smirked at me.

"Yeah well, not really in the mood to get drunk tonight"

The guy hummed and put a napkin that was in his hands on his shoulder. He turned around to get the liquor from the shelf behind him while I opened my purse to get my ID. When I was searching for it I realized I forgot my phone. Shit.

I put my ID on the table the same time the green-eyed hottie turned back to face me. He looked at my ID and nodded. He started making my drink while I used the time to observe him. I looked at his pin and read his name. Harry.

Now that I see him clearly, he had emerald green eyes. Dark brown curls that I just know are soft, I wanna run my hand through them. He had tattoos all over his left arm but not many in his right. And his hands, God! his hands are so big and amazing, I'm suddenly thinking of how they would feel wrapped around my throat.

I forced myself to get those dirty thought out of my mind and concentrate. I heard someone next to me call his name. He slid my drink to me and went to pay attention to them. I took a sip from my drink feeling bored now that he's gone.

I looked around the club. There are a lot of people here. Some teenagers playing poll at the right conner with girls all around them. There was a karaoke in the left conner and some girl was singing to the audience around her. And in the middle was the dance floor filled with people that are probably drunk on it.

I slowly started to look for a person I would like in the crowd. The thing is almost every guy was wearing black leather jacket with wet hair look and girls with makeup more then a kg applied on their face. I don't like anyone.

In the crowd I saw a familiar face. I boy. Probably my age. He was looking at me. When he noticed that I was looking at him, a big and disgusting smile formed on his face. Who is he? I've seen him before.

He has bright blue eyes, so bright that I can see them from this far. Black long hair that reached his shoulders, colored blonde at the end. The smile he was giving me was making me feel really uncomfortable.

Where have I see him?? Maybe on my Instagram or in my college camp-

Fuck! Jake! Fuck!!

I widden my eyes in realisation and which seems to have pleased him because he enlarged his smile. I quickly broke the eye contact and faced the bar now feeling unsafe.

Jake is my well, not technically but stalker. He has been following me for the last four months. He was everywhere, on my social media accounts, my classes, my house. I tried to file a report against him but turns out his father in the head chief of our area's police station. It didn't matter what I did. I tried to comfront him but then he said that I'll have to date him to stop the stalking. I told him no but he won't listen.

Last month I went to a club with my friends to celebrate our exams amazing results. We were all pretty intoxicated except my best friend, Liam. Everyone was having fun and everything was going great but then I noticed Jake was there too. I told Liam about that and he got really mad but I made him promise me not to do anything that would cause a scene. All was ok until Jake tried to touch me and dance with me. Liam saw that and got so mad. He beat the shit out of Jake and that almost got him in jail. None of them are allowed in that club now.

Jake was MIA for the next week after that but the messages started coming again 2 weeks ago. Why is he here?!

I look back in hopes he would be gone but he was still looking at me. I saw him take a step and start walking towards me.

Oh No.

I didn't even bring me phone!!!

I can walk straight out of here and get the car and but the parking is a bit far from this pub and I don't know if I want to be alone right now. I was thinking about what I can do when I suddenly remembered.

"Harry"

He came and looked at me with a smile. He was shaking a glass probably making a drink.

"One Neat angle shot, please"

I saw his smile disappear and his face harden. He put down his glass and looked at me with a protective gaze.

"Which one?"

I looked behind me to find Jake but he was suddenly besides me. I got stratled by his presence. I looked at Harry and motioned my eyes towards Jake. He saw him and frowned. Harry told someone to cover his shift and got out of the bar table.

"Come on" He said.

The both of us walked out of the club without giving another glance at Jake. I took out my keys and unlocked my car.

I opened my car and got in. Harry was here without saying or doing anything which was exactly what I needed right now.

"Thank you so much" I said to him after I sat down.

"It's ok you don't need to thank me" He said giving me a small smile. I returned it but surly he could tell it was fake.

"Also uh, here" He gave me a chit. I opened it and saw a phone number. "If you ever need it. Just call me or text it's ok"

I smiled real this time and said "thank you, Harry"

He nodded and wished me good night.

I said good night and turned on my car.

This was an eventful night. From the fight with Cloe to the bar to Jake and Harry. Harry is good I like him. Hopefully I won't need his number for anything; And if I do, hopefully it's for asking him to date me.

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[canirove]

Meu Amor | Chapter 11

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When I arrive at the family and friends area, some people are already there, but the only person I recognize is Grealish's girlfriend.

"Do you need any help, ma'am?" a steward asks.

"I'm looking for my seat" I say, showing her my phone.

"This way."

I'm sitting on the left side, away from the entrance, kind of hidden from the rest. But the views of the pitch are amazing. Maybe this change wasn't that bad.

"Would you like something to drink?" another steward asks me.

"I'm fine, thank you."

As she leaves, I notice someone staring at me. Someone very familiar. No. It can't be.

"Hey, I know you" he says, walking towards me.

Ivan. Rúben's brother. Fuck.

"You are Rúben's friend! Or should I say, girlfriend" he says, lowering his voice and sitting next to me.

"Excuse me?"

"He told me. Well, he had to tell me. I can be very persistent sometimes" Ivan shrugs. Persisten, or annoying as Rúben would say. "I didn't expect to see you here. He said you usually come to his Champions League games because you are free, but that you watch them down there."

"He couldn't get my usual ticket today.”

"This is a really good place to watch the game too, you'll see. Though he has also told me that you aren't a big City fan. Is that true?"

Is there anything about me that Rúben hasn't told him?

"It is, yes."

"We have theories about the team you support. Do you want to hear mine?"

"Go ahead." 

"I think you support United" he whispers.

"What?" I say, almost choking.

"Ha! I knew it! Look at your face. You are as red as their shirt."

"I don't support them."

"Yeah, yeah, try to fix it now" he laughs. "But don't worry, I won't tell Rúben."

"Ivan!" Someone calls behind him. But not just someone. His dad. Rúben's dad. Help.

"I better go, I don't want your father-in-law to be mad at me" he winks. "See you around, little red devil."

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The game is... Simply crazy. And for the first time, I do more than worry about Rúben and enjoy watching them play. Though I think I should thank Real Madrid for that.

Like I've done during other games, I walk towards the press area, where Lucy will be waiting for me to accompany me to the parking.

"What a game, uh?" she says.

"No time to get bored" I chuckle.

"We'll see what happens on the second leg. I don't trust those Spaniards."

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"Hello, meu amor" Rúben says when we meet next to his car, kissing me on the cheek. "You must have enjoyed tonight's game."

"I did, yes. It helped me forget that I met your brother. This time properly."

"What? That... That shouldn't have happened."

"Well, it did" I shrug.

"What did he say? Did he behave?"

"I guess. He told me he knew we were dating."

"Ugh, I'm sorry. But I had to tell him. He has been asking about you since the year literally started."

"It's ok, don't worry. But you should have told me.”

"I know, I know. I'm sorry."

"I also saw your dad."

"What?"

"We didn't talk or anything. He just looked at me from afar because he saw me talking with Ivan. But he seemed... Intimidating."

"Really?" Rúben chuckles.

"Yeah. A bit like you when you are on the pitch."

"I always thought I had my mother's temper. But anyway. Should we leave? I'm in the mood to celebrate" he says as he puts his hands on my hips, pulling me closer.

"Celebrate how?" I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Well, I have some ideas. For example..."

"Rúben!" someone calls, making him jump and pull me away from him.

"Papa" he says, turning around, hiding me behind him and not letting me see who is the owner of the voice. Though I have recognized the word. Papa. Rúben's dad.

They start talking in Portuguese, but I'm not able to understand a thing. Then a woman speaks, also in Portuguese. Whatever she says, makes Rúben hid me a bit more behind him. What is going on?

They talk for a bit longer, and then he turns to look at me.

"They want to know who I am hiding" he says.

"Those are your parents, aren't they?"

"Yes."

"Are you gonna tell them about us?"

"I don't know. Are you ready for that? I don't want to pressure you or anything."

"Can we get away without telling the truth?"

"I don't think so."

Behind him, his mother speaks again, and judging by her tone, she's tired of waiting.

"Ready?" he says, offering me his hand.

"As ready as one can be" I say, taking a deep breath and his hand.

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"That wasn't that bad, was it?" I say as we drive to Rúben's house.

"I was shitting myself."

"Same" I laugh. "But even though we didn't understand half of what the other was saying, it kind of worked."

"It did" he says, letting out a big sigh. "They liked you. A lot. Especially my dad."

"Really? He seemed so serious all the time."

"That's the way he is. But I can tell when he likes someone."

"What about your mum? She seemed very lovely... And she reminded me of you when you get all cute and lovey dovey."

"When do I get like that?"

"All the time when we are alone, Rúben. All the time. Like Lucy said when I first met her, you are a big guy on the outside, but a softie on the inside."

"Maybe I am" he laughs. "But don't let Ancelotti know that. They may use it against me."

"My lips are sealed."

[themochiverse]

Wanna Play? | 01

Banner credits go to the amazing ➳ @introgfx (tysm!)

➤ BTS: Series

⪧ Wanna Play? ✎✘🗡 (BTS!au, yandere!au, best friends to enemies!au, game!au?) Taehyung x fem!Reader (feat. BTS)

➳Word Count: 3.6k+

➳Chapter Summary: You've been best friends with Taehyung for a long time. Your relationship is pretty good with him, but your delusional brain seems to cause big problems ahead of you.

➳Implied Warnings: Swearing, slight manipulation, mentions of stalker-ish behaviour and consensual-kissing? Angsty Tae! OC is naive :p

A/N: Hey! I'm so sorry this took forever, I was a little busy, a lot of changes happened in this chapter and I wasn't sure if it was good enough or not. I tested positive for covid unfortunately :( so writing is the only thing that's mostly keeping me occupied. I would love feedback and comments, I hope you enjoy~

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"Boom! And that's how you win the Ultra Zombie Shoot Out!" You yell, as you finally shoot the last horrendous looking zombie, the fake blood splattering. You clap your hands in delight. Tickets were whirling out of the machine as you got the high score in the game. You were currently in an arcade with your best friend, Taehyung. Whom you glance at, was on his phone, the screen lighting up his facial features.

You roll your eyes, as you start poking his shoulder.

"Taehyung."

"Taehyung."

"Yeah?" He replies.

"What are you doing?" You ask.

"Tsk, what does it look like I'm doing Y/N?" You can hear a hint of annoyance coming from him. Clearly, you were pissed at his attitude, and you weren't going to let him get away with it like he always does. So you put your hands on your hips, before talking to him.

"Tae, you know I only invited you to come to the arcade with me, so we can hang out." You tell him.

Taehyung examines you, identifying your mood, the change of behaviour, your body expression, and how you looked extremely beautiful with oversized clothes. He was staring at you for a while until you interrupted him by clearing your throat.

"So, can we play one more game? Please, Tae? I promise I'll make it up to you." To make him agree with you, you pout, enlarging your eyes, your hands on your face.

How could he say 'no' to that face? Finally, he turns his phone off and gives his boxy smile.

"Sure, we'll play just one game, and after that, you're buying me some Whiskey."

"Deal!" You accept the offer. You walk past him, trying to pick out a game before you feel a hand grab you. You look back and see Taehyung gazing at your lips before looking back at you.

"Oh." You mumble as you give a quick peck on his soft lips. Taehyung gives a soft smile as you both walk off to play another game.

"That was not fair!" You currently were strolling down the streets, mad at the fact that you lost the last game at the arcade.

"It was fair, you weren't just good enough Y/n," Taehyung explains to you. You gasp, he just insulted you for not playing well.

"Excuse me, I did do well, you on the other hand kept asking me which buttons to press for throwing a fucking bomb."

"Still, I did better." He shrugs.

"Well, it wasn't my fault for getting distracted by you." You indicate the word 'you' on Taehyung a little harshly.

"Me? What did I do to distract you?" Curiosity hit Taehyung the very moment you mentioned that sentence.

Quiet for a moment, you rewind back to the time in the arcade. Taehyung’s dark brown hair, curled so adorably, the light cream hoodie he wore with baggy pants just really suited him. His facial features were looking sharp and beautiful. The straight nose, his bright smooth skin and his small parted lips really made you wonder of how such beauty existed.

You took a moment to reply with something.

"I don't know! You just look awfully great today. I mean you looked so cute playing the game, I just lost focus..." You mutter the last sentence quietly but Taehyung sure heard it.

You feel Taehyung wrap his arms around you, pressing a tender kiss on your forehead.

"I'm joking, you know? You're probably one of the best competitive players in this world, Y/n. And you know that too." Your cheeks blush a little from the comment.

"Now, let's go get some Whiskey, and remember you're paying!" Taehyung playfully yells as he starts running to the nearest club in front of you guys.

"Hey! Wait up, I gotta know if the Whiskey is expensive or not." You run after him, giggling that you had found such a perfect best friend.

"That is your fifth glass Y/n," Taehyung sighs. For the past thirty minutes, you told yourself that you wouldn't drink, not until Taehyung teased you about it.

"So? I'm just really, really thirsty tonight." You slur, your head on the bar counter.

"Oh my god, don't tell me I need to carry you home tonight." Taehyung groans in annoyance.

"I did a lot today, Tae." You sip the remaining Whiskey left in your glass.

"Another one please." You tell the bartender.

"Y/n, I'm pretty sure that's enough, you were drunk from your third glass."

"Did I tell you, that you look extremely handsome today?" You point your finger towards Taehyung's chest. Taehyung sort of widens his eyes.

"Why did your hair have to be curly Taehyung? Why are you so good-looking?" You declare in a state of drunkenness.

"Alright, we're going now," Taehyung states, grasping your arm and pulling you out of your seat.

"But, Tae." You whine.

"Taehyung?" A different voice is heard this time. Taehyung releases you when his eyes are on someone else.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung replies. Your eyes trail to where Taehyung is looking at. In front of you, both was another man, slightly taller than Taehyung, though he didn't have curly hair as he did. Instead, this man had a nice cut to his, his arm was covered in ravishing tattoos, silver loops on both of his ears and a lip piercing perfectly chipped to the corner of his small lips.

"I never knew you had a girlfriend," Jungkook announces.

Girlfriend? Oh, this guy took the wrong impression.

"We're not together."

"We're together."

You and Taehyung both gape at each other in shock. Jungkook follows your movement and smirks.

"Friends, I guess?" He rhetorically asks.

"Best friends," you reassure him.

"Good, I thought it was the 'Friends with Benefits' thing." He quotes. You widen your eyes, quickly replying.

"I doubt so that will ever happen, I mean we're best friends, we just cuddle and kiss, there's nothing bad in that." You let that out in a rush, realising after three seconds of what you had said.

You cover your mouth with your hand and mumble.

"Shit, I wasn't supposed to say all of that was I?"

Jungkook just stares at you in amusement, before he glances back at your best friend.

“She’s pretty, will you-“ He gets cut off by Taehyung harshly.

“No.”

“Why? You’ve certainly got luck in your side.” Jungkook continues.

“I said no,” Taehyung replied sternly.

“The hyungs won’t be happy to hear about this…” Jungkook says in a quiet voice.

“Get your own.” Taehyung grits his teeth.

“She’s mine.” He adds.

You were literally confused about what they were talking about. You just only remember being at the arcade and magically ending up here, stuck between two men arguing whatever bullshit they were saying.

“Fine, but, everyone has got their eyes set on the prize.” Jungkook ends, you watch him disappear within the crowd.

You rest your head on a very pissed Taehyung, slurring out more sentences that would probably embarrass you in the future.

“Why do you guys speak in riddles?”

The atmosphere in the car was not very welcoming at all. It was freezing and you had no idea why Taehyung didn’t turn on the heater during the trip home. You could tell Taehyung wasn’t in the mood at all, his knuckles were white the whole time when he was driving, his steering wheel would probably need a new change.

The car abruptly stopped, making your body jerk out of your seat for a little. The silence was definitely heard in the air when you got out of the car.

You look at Taehyung who wasn’t paying attention to you at all.

“Drive safely.” You tell him.

“Be safe and call me if you need anything.” He replies before whirring off into the night.

Weird, why does he always sound like an overprotective boyfriend?

You shrug off the thought as you enter your house. That was until more questions stirred in your head.

When Jungkook mentioned the word ‘girlfriend’ it reminded you of the number of times when you thought kissing your best friend was wrong. You met Taehyung a couple of months ago, it started with bumping to each other in a café, spilling your coffee all over him.

After a hundred times of saying sorry, he instead bought you a coffee, arguing about how he should have watched where he was going. Then things started to progress slowly. You guys coincidentally kept bumping into each other at different places, just casually talking to not make the conversation awkward.

Taehyung made the first move, asking for your phone number. It really seemed like those cliché ‘love at first sight’ types but it wasn’t.

He wanted to become best friends.

You guys were so sweet and caring for each other, that you didn’t realise the day Taehyung told you to kiss him.

He convinced you it was normal for best friends to do that, it showed love and affection, like as if it was holding a rope, where neither of you can tug it, so at the end it will never snap.

Unless… one of you pull it, so the rope is loose to whoever’s freedom.

Was light pecks or kisses alright?

Is that why Jungkook asked if you were Taehyung’s girlfriend? You didn’t kiss in front of him, maybe you two just looked really great together.

It felt wrong to do so, but it made you feel special and loved. And you wanted that so badly. It was a craving desire, you and Taehyung were so close, you both had so many things in common and so far there weren’t any huge arguments that would disrupt the relationship.

You had a real friend. A friend that you would probably cherish for the rest of your life. But, was kissing a friend alright?

You could always trust Taehyung, right?

You ignore the thought and go to your room, instantly lying on the fluffy bed. You fiddle with your fingers for a while, the silence killing you slowly. You could hear crickets chirping and just the rough wind, swishing away so hard you could hear the branches of trees hitting against each other.

Your bedroom window was slightly ajar, the moonlight glowing your face up.

Wait, why was the window open? You remember it was closed with the curtains covering it-

You immediately sat up, flicking the lights on, only to be greeted by a guest who made you jump.

"What the fuck?"

"Hello, Y/n." Under the nose of you was Jungkook. You surprisingly remember him. How the hell did he get in your room?

"What are you doing here?" You question out of fright and curiosity.

"Mm," he simply says, sitting on one of your armchairs, legs sprawled apart.

You barely know this guy and a disturbing feeling knotted inside your stomach.

"Listen-"

"Do you want to play a game, Y/n?" He queries.

"If it's with you, then... no." You respond arms crossed over your chest. Right now, you really hoped this deranged fucker would go away. How does he have the audacity to sneak into your house and ask you to play a game?

"Are you sure? It's a really fun game." He stretches, those doe eyes piercing through your soul.

"Like I said, no." You scoff, getting annoyed. Jungkook, on the other hand, scanned your features- if you played this game, you had no idea how happy Jungkook would be.

"Everybody likes games, and I know you do too... but, have you ever played a game that earns you money?"

"Money or not, I'm not interested." You say the word slow and hard for Jungkook to hear.

"You're going to regret it, Taehyung's in it." Your head quirks up to the mention of Taehyung's name. Taehyung? Playing a game? And he didn't tell you?

Jungkook watches you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Money or not," he mocks the first couple of words you say "though, wouldn't it be much more fun if you were playing with your so-called, 'best friend'?"

"The price of friendship is dealt more than the price of $35 million." He continues. Thirty-five million? What insane game was this?

"W-what game is it?" You catechize.

"Oh baby, it's not just one game, it's multiple. That's how the money adds up." He clicks his tongue, smirking. The name he just used made you cringe, what gave him the right to say that?.

Realising your quiet response, Jungkook scrutinises you. He noticed how close you and Taehyung were. It infuriated him that his own Hyung didn't tell him about you. You were gorgeous, an angel sent from heaven, someone to keep forever. Jungkook and his other Hyung's would share all the time, and to his surprise, Taehyung didn't mention anything. He never mentioned you.

Well now, he was going to make things a whole lot better.

Jungkook lets out a light chuckle, "But, don't you want to know what this is?" Between his two fingers was a small type of card. Golden, in fact, your eyes examining and reading the small, capitalised letters printed on it.

"Wanna Play?" You breathe out, "Is that the name of the game?"

"Yeah, it is." Jungkook retorts, playing with the card, you watch him flip it over and over again.

"All the details come from the card." He tells you, tapping the card twice with one of his fingers.

"You choose, whether you want to play or not." He says casually, placing the card on your bedside table while standing up. He reaches to your window, slightly leaning against the wall as he views your movement.

He eyes you holding the card, you contemplating it. Jungkook was ready to leave until something popped up in his mind.

"Oh, and Y/n..." He catches your attention as you glance at him "don't tell Taehyung, or there will be consequences." He didn't hesitate to tell you this, after all, it was simply just Taehyung's fault. You somehow managed to realise how many octaves his voice dropped down. It almost sounded like a warning and that made you tense. You drop the card on your bed, a strange question occurring to your mind.

"Wait, Jungkook... how do you know my name?" But as you look up ahead, he was no longer there, only the curtains swaying and a creaking window.

The next day, you were walking back and forth, wondering about the current situation you were in. Jungkook's warning got you alarmed- telling Taehyung will result in consequences. That's what he said, yet, you always tell Taehyung everything. Or mostly anything. How could you not tell him about this?

You wrote down the number on a notepad just in case.

Taehyung is playing this game, so shouldn't I be allowed to as well? You question yourself multiple times.

Why didn't he tell me?

How does Jungkook even know my name? Did he get it from Taehyung? They looked pretty close at the bar-

Your thoughts were interrupted by a ring, coming from your phone. You checked who it was and it was no other than your best friend.

"Hello?"

"Y/n, I've been knocking on your door for like a whole complete minute now, where are you?" Taehyung was knocking on your door, and you didn't hear him at all. Gosh, you were so in trance with your thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I'm coming right now." You hang up, running to open the door, greeted by a smiling Taehyung. You eye him up and down for a quick second. He wore a black leather jacket, with dark blue jeans. His hair looked extra spectacular today, and his lips were shining. Something about him right now, just made him look sexy. He licks his lips, gazing at you.

"Well? Aren't you ready for the day?" He asks.

"Huh, what day?" You were still occupied in your own thoughts.

"Friday? The day where we do whatever shit we want? Eating at your favourite café?" He rhetorically asks, expecting you to answer.

You peek behind him, glancing at the sky. It was dark and grey, gloomy and unsettling. It gave you an eerie vibe, and it was much different today. You didn't want to go, you just knew today wasn't the right day, and at this very moment, you didn't want to see Taehyung.

"U-uhm, is it fine if we.. you know don't go? I just don't feel well, so like-"

"That's fine, we can just hang out here." Taehyung cuts you off, ready to go further in your house.

Your hands land on Taehyung's shoulder, slightly pushing him back.

"No, it's alright, you should go, I don't want you to be sick because of me." You tell him, hoping it would convince him.

But of course, it didn't.

Taehyung snorts, removing your hand from his shoulder.

"Y/n, since when have I never taken care of you?" You froze, the card, now curled up in your fist was gripped even tighter. What Taehyung said, somehow made you feel nervous.

It was true though, Taehyung was always there for you. He was everywhere. You're at a mall and he would be there too or you're at a park and you would see him on a park bench, far from you. The point was, he always takes care of you, like as if he was a doctor and you were his close patient. Just always treating you, especially silently afar.

It sometimes made you wonder that Taehyung wasn’t just ordinary, he was just different. He was just as smart as you were, and you could tell that from the start. Though, you were much more naïve and so easy to grasp, especially to Taehyung.

The day he met you, he knew that this was a destined relationship. He had to make sure you were his, nobody else's. He wanted you only for himself, he didn't want to share like his Hyungs did.

Taehyung watched as your body tensed, muscles frozen and your eyes lost. He might have hit a nerve. Proceeding to calm you down, Taehyung puts his hand on your shoulder, your eyes finally making contact with his.

“Oh, uh, sorry.” You mutter, tucking a strand of hair. However, Taehyung notices your clenched fist, hands grabbing yours to see what you were gripping so hard.

He pulled out the card easily, your sweaty hands giving in and not helping at all. You gaze at him as he widens his eyes.

“Where did you get this?” He asks a little too loudly. When you don’t answer him, his hands grip onto your shoulders, tight. “Y/N, I said, where did you get this?” He repeats, anger glimmering in his eyes. You have never seen him this mad before, and it frightened you. The way those eyes narrowed and how it glinted with dark flames concerned you, especially because of the tightening grip he had on you.

“Y/N!” He says harshly, shaking you slightly. Terrified of his current behaviour you take a different turn this time.

“I got this today morning.” Lie

“From where?”

“I found it near the trash cans.” Lie

“Did you get it from anyone? Or found anyone who put it there?”

“No.” Lie

Taehyung searched your eyes but you made sure your tone was confident enough. He brings his face close to yours, just inches apart.

“You aren’t lying to me, are you?” He whispers very lowly, his hot breath fanning your face, making you shiver.

“I’m not.” You say again confidently. Taehyung was still in the same position for a couple of seconds before pulling away.

“You won’t be needing this,” he crumples the card in his large hands, ripping it seconds afterwards. You watch the tiny pieces floating in mid-air, slowly descending to the floor, just like how you would see visible snowflakes falling during your childhood.

“You should have never have gotten it in the first place!” Taehyung exclaims, kicking the wall so hard that it made you wince.

"What's so bad about it?" You barely let out a whisper. Taehyung heard, he turned around, querying you more. "You didn't call them, right?"

As if your body had let you down, you shook and broke yourself down. Crystal clear drops of tears were sliding down your cheek from the corner of your eyes.

"No! No, I didn't Taehyung, I didn't call them." Taehyung's demeanour changed within a second. He cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears away. Hugging you in a sense of comfort.

"Shh, look I'm sorry, please don't cry, I didn't mean it that way, I didn't mean for this to happen." He tells you, slowly pulling away.

"I wanted you to be safe." He mutters, lowering down to your level “I hope you get that.” He concludes. You nod your head, a small smile appearing on your face.

Ding

Ding

Ding

You could hear the text notifications coming from Taehyung’s phone. He takes it out and glances at the screen giving you a quick look as well.

“Sorry, I have to take this,” he strolls outside. You stand and wait patiently, rocking from side to side. It was a habit of yours, especially when you were curious.

You suddenly hear Taehyung swear, his hand gripping onto his hair. He comes back in quickly telling you he has to go.

As he leaves, you watch him, making sure he fully left. Once you’ve checked, you rush back to your room, finding the notepad.

If Taehyung was going to be mad at you for getting a mysterious card, nearly scaring the hell out of you and left so quickly, then lord sure does know that he’s hiding something. And you were going to find out about it.

You grab your phone from your bed, the notepad on your lap, the number visible in black ink. Whatever safety shit he was talking about he should have told you what it was, what made him so frantic that he jumped at you, questioning you as if you were a suspect of murder.

What was so bad about the card? It was a game, you were told it’s a game. And if Taehyung’s in it, he shouldn’t be lying to you at all. If he was in the game and he didn’t tell you… well that’s a little ruthless, isn’t it? Especially as his best friend.

Dialling the numbers, you bring your phone to your ear, the ringing continuing for three seconds before it got answered. You gulped, hoping the tantrum that Taehyung did was something meaningful.

“Hello?”

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Aftermath

Minors don’t interact

Summary : It was love at first sight. That’s what you thought. But you were not prepared to be Ran Haitani’s instrument of revenge. Just a bad decision and you found yourself chasing after love without noticing you were the prey and the bait. In the aftermath of your innocence, you ended up being one’s misfortunes fool and foolish fortune to the other.

WC : 3,5k

Chapter content + warnings : swearing/cursing, pet name, manipulation, mention of breeding, slight non-con, masturbation, heavy kissing, panties stealing

Pairings : Kanto!Ran x fem!reader, Kanto!Shion x fem!reader, slight Kanto!Rindō x fem!reader

Note : This is my first story. Many thanks to @p-antomime for all their help and advice. ILY so much my beloved. Merci !

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Chapter 2 : Trapped heart

It was awkward how fast the mood has changed inside the room. From the moment you left to get their order ready to when you came back with a large tray filed with glasses and various bottles of alcohol. It was heavy and you had to put in on your shoulder not to let it fall while you were bringing it to the VIP section upstairs. When you entered the room, they didn’t move except for one.

Ran stood up and took the tray from your hands — Hold on, doll, let me help — and you found this behavior strange yet so nice from a gang member. — Thank you sir… — he chuckled a bit — There’s no sir here, call me Ran. — He waited patiently, looking you in the eyes and it clicked, so you did as he silently told you to — Thank you, Ran. —

It was strange. The way you smiled back at him when he gave you that proud look. You felt like a fucking queen just by the way he was staring at you, not understanding he was already conditioning you before the mess he’d do to you had even started.

— She’s such a polite girl ain’t she, Shion ? — he said looking down at Madarame, letting you finally know his full name.

The lion head took the glass you held him and stared at you — Mh. —

Ran rolled his eyes and Rindou’s grin enlarged while he ogled at you, knowing exactly what his big brother was doing here.

You bowed after serving all of them, shame blooming a bit when A man with scars in the corner of his lips and pink hair called you beautiful and you left the room. You finally let out a breath you had hold the whole time. It was like walking through a blazing inferno. They were all so handsome but you knew, you knew surely, they were much more dangerous.

When you started to walk to the stairs you heard the door creak open behind you and before you could do anything else a hand was gently put on your shoulder.

You turned around, heart beating fast with fear just to meet with purple eyes. — Mind to give me your name ? — You babbled a bit trying to find any reason not to but you did, cheeks burning from inside. He smiled at you and let his head lean to one side. — Well Y/n, wanna meet Shion ? — You stepped back as if you’ve been given a slap in the face. — Excuse me sir ? — Ran pouted — I thought we agreed on that…Name’s Ran, Haitani Ran, not sir. — His eyes went from your face to your shoulder, slowly caressing your body with his eyes, not touching you.

He looked at your every curves, your breast, your belly, your hips, your thighs, legs and feet and you felt utterly naked. And nervous. Something started to tingle inside you and you didn’t know if it was out of arouse or fear. Even if he wasn’t the one that caught your attention, you had to admit, he was handsome. Evil surely. But still, very handsome. You put your arms in a defensive position, covering yourself as much as you could and he smiled at you, lifting back his eyes to yours.

— I saw it, you know ? The way you looked at him. What a waste. A man like Madarame doesn’t deserve such a pretty girl… but, I’m a nice guy and he’s my… friend… I guess…so I wanna help. If you want, I can — — NO ! — you didn’t let him finish and shout it out a little bit louder than you thought. He didn’t look surprised though. He was just rising one eyebrow with a curious look. —No ? Don’t you want to meet him ? —

Your face was now combusting. How did he notice ? You thought you were discreet. You were not. — I… I… —

He chuckled again, finding you adorable — Oh the things I’d do to you — he mumbled for himself not letting you hear it and then he grabbed your hand and walked you to a more quiet spot at the end of the corridor. He cornered you and took your chin between his fingers to have your full attention — I know it might be scary but you look nice and I wanna do something for you. I’m going to help you kitten, but you have to trust me, can you do that for me mh ? — You slowly nodded… the look he gave you seemed so sincere, so gentle.

— Now, tell me how you’re gonna go back to your place at the end of your shift ? —

Your brows furrowed. Was it really safe to give him so much informations about you ? For your own safety you should’ve not tell him anything but you thought about the lion and then, it slipped out of your mouth.

— I’m taking the train — He smirked — No you’re not… Now listen carefully… —

By the end of your shift you were exhausted. About an hour after what Ran told you, they left. The guy who paid for them « Koko��» as they called him tipped you almost the same amount of money they spent for all their drink and food. Ran winked at you and you knew he probably talked Kokonoi into giving you so much.

Shion on the other hand, was acting a bit weird, avoiding in purpose, you thought, to look you in the eyes. Did Ran told him something ?

When you got outside the bar, they were two guys waiting on their bikes with headlights on. You recognized the Younger Haitani and then, him, Shion.

He seemed so embarrassed, you didn’t know why, but you felt shy and avoided to look at him too. It was awkward.

— Get in, gonna bring you to Ran.— Rindou said.

They started their engines and you did as you were told. Shion glanced from the corner of his eye as your skirt lifted up a bit when you sat down behind Rindou and he left.

But then Rindou’s bike stopped working and he yelled. — Wait wait wait ! Madarame ! Something’s wrong with my bike !—

Shion turned around and stopped next to you. — Oh man… what, again ? Thought you’d fixed that ?—

Rindou cleared his throat and you knew it had started according to Ran’s plan. — Think I’m running out of gas. Can you drive Ran’s girl to him ?—

— You’re fucking kidding me right ?— Shion asked.

You felt embarrassed at the thought of him not wanting to deal with you when he was just upset to do Ran a favor. — I…Hm... I’m tired. I think I’ll head home.

— Huh ? You wanna walk ? Alone ? Now ? Isn’t it a bit dangerous ?— Rindou was playing a role, acting very concerned. Truth is, he wasn’t at all. But he loved to play tricks. Especially if the victim was Madarame.

— Fine ! I’ll drive her home.— Shion rolled his eyes and let you get out of Rindou’s bike to hop on his.

The younger Haitani watched closely as Shion asked for you adress and told you to hold on him. And then he was gone.

— Sucker.— Rindou dropped his fake smile once you two were out of sight. He started his engine again and made his way to the opposite.

At the very same time you were hugging Shion’s waist, closing your eyes, mixed feelings between him being so warm despite the fresh night and you being on a bike for the very first time at a speed that made you think you wouldn’t make it alive if you had an accident. He was driving too fast and you wanted it to last a bit longer. Just a bit.

When he killed the engine in front of your place he didn’t move, just staring at your hands still hugging him. — Hm...Your hands are cold. — You let him go and cleared your throat. — Sorry. —

He got out of his bike and helped you out. He looked briefly around through the dark alleys of the buildings and back at you. — It’s pretty dark out here. And the neighborhood seems odd. The fuck are you doing in a place like this ? —

You looked at your feet. — The rent is cheap and it’s not far from where I usually work. —

He stared at you for a long minute and then sighted. — Alright, I don’t want Haitani to complain about what could’ve happened to you, so I’m gonna walk you to your door and then I’m out. —

You looked at him with doe eyes. He waited avoiding you gaze, but so did you.

— What you’re waiting for ? Lead the way. — You started to walk, slowly, him just behind you. Inside, some guys were standing in the dirty stairs and Shion gave them a simple glance that made everyone move to let you go. He was intimidating with his lion ready to jump out of his head just to rip their throat off.

Once you arrived 2nd floor, you turned around and didn’t see he was just behind you. Your heart missed a beat and you looked at him, nearly hurting yourself by lifting your chin. He was so tall compared to you.

— What ?— The shadow of a smile painted his lips and you wanted so much to give it a taste. — Thank you. For the ride. And for taking care of me. —

— You’re Haitani’s new girl right ? Don’t know what you like so much about this fucker, but he can be a pain in the ass when his things get damaged. Now go home. —

He let you opened your door and turned his back to you, ready to leave. But you didn’t let him. — Do you…— Shion looked at you above his shoulder, without saying a word and your cheeks were on fire again. — I don’t feel safe with these guys downstairs and my door is not really hard to break.—

He rolled his eyes but nodded. — Alright, do you want me to beat the shit outta them for you ?—

You shook your head. — No ! I don’t want to have any bad blood with my neighbors. Could you just stay… a little bit longer ? They’re not going to stay here all night… Just… Just for an hour… please ?—

You were so sure he would tell you to fuck off. Just by looking at how his brows furrowed the moment you mentioned the idea of him wasting his time at your place.

But you were getting along with Ran’s plan. He told you to find something to make him stay so you could talk to him. The guys here were no part of the plan but you knew it would help you to gain some time. You didn’t know where this bold came from. You weren’t the type to do such things. But Ran knew how to deal with Shion and you really were attracted to him. What if you didn’t take your chance ? It could’ve been the last time you see him.

He didn’t left. He went in your little flat looking at the only room you had. Clean and organized. It smelled like you. It was decorated like a girl would. With your stuff. Some shoes behind the door, full of clothes near your bed. A little kitchen on the side and a blue sofa at the end of your bed, close to a little TV. Some books pilled up on the side of it and a door leading to a small bathroom next to it.

Shion gulped hard. — What am I doing here ? … Hey ! Got something to drink ? — You nodded and gave him a beer from your fridge. He opened it with his bike key and crashed on your sofa to drink quietly. He was trying so hard not to let you see how weird this was for him.

On the other side of the room it was different. Yes you probably felt as uncomfortable as him. You just met him after all. But curiously, the sight of him sitting on your couch already felt like something very familiar. To have him home.

You took a deep breath and decided to let it go. The game was over. No more lies or tricks. — I’m sorry. — You came to sit next to him whispering without looking at him. — F’what ?—

You did not answered. You were just obsessed with the thought of leaning your head on his shoulder.

And then you met eyes with him for the first time since the VIP room. You heard something peaceful coming from the edge of your heart and you did it without a second thought.

The taste of his lips felt so right against yours. You thought he’d push you away but he didn’t. He didn’t do anything. He was too shocked. Maybe.

You did what you were dying to the moment you saw him. You put your fingers in his hair, petting the lion like you wanted to tame it and you pushed your breast against his chest.

And you felt it. His heartbeats. It was fast despite his calm demeanor. You affected him.

When your tongue passed the barrier of his lips he pushed you back a little. — Hmmf...Wait! Aren’t you Rans ?—

You felt your cheeks burning again and looked anywhere but at him.

The time you waited for him to decide of your fate felt like an eternity. And then you heard him mumbled — Fuck Ran. —

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him, made you straddle his thighs and put both his hands on your ass. — Fuck, you’re too sweet for this fucker ! — He kissed you roughly, bitting your lower lip before giving it a lick. His hands went up from your ass to your hips and then beneath your shirt to your back like he was memorizing every inch of your body. His hands were warm and sweating with lust. You wanted so much for him to make you his.

You thought he would.

No fight, no surrender. Just you and your desire.

He left your mouth to kiss your neck, licking and sucking at your skin, telling you how good you smelled and how he wanted to engrave his name in your skin. But he didn’t. Because he thought you were Ran’s girl when all you wanted was him to call you his.

He laid you down on your couch and kissed you again.

More. More. More.

You were wet. You wanted to feel him inside you. His hard cock pressed against your walls tightening enough for him to go rough. Make you feel how much he wanted to own your body. Your soul. Everything he wanted. Everything he needed.

Your heart fluttered and the sound he made reverberated in you when he slided his hands under your shirt.

He cupped your breast before pulling up your bra and your top to give him access to your tits. He sucked at them like a starved man and your pussy tightened around nothing in anticipation.

He was good at it. Worshiping your body like it was a treasure only him understood the real value.

You felt him pressed against your mount. He was hard. He couldn’t stop his hips from grinding against yours and you wanted to belong to him

Your hand tightened in his hair and you were breathing hard. You didn’t want to wait no more. You needed to touch him, now.

— Please… — He stopped to move just to look at you with your tits covered in his saliva, you body rising up and down and your thighs pressed together beneath him. — Say my name. — You didn’t wait to let it roll out of your tongue like it was the most precious word you knew — Shion —

He felt his dick pulse in his pants and closed his eyes. It was pure music to his ears and you did it again. — Shion… Shion ! I need you. —

Your fingers were massaging his bulge, pressing it from the head to his heavy balls and a growl went up from the depth of his lung at full speed. Your body was now desperatly wriggling against his.  — Mmmh...Got a rubber babe ? —

Your eyes shot open in confusion. — I… no. —

He looked at your body in awe and swallowed hard. — Fuck. I could do you raw, I don’t give a shit at this rate. —

His hands slided under your skirt and took off your panties. — What ? Wait Shion ! — But he wasn’t listening. — Fuck, look at that, I barely did anything and you’re already drenched. Want me to fuck you good huh ?—

You saw him put your panties up to his nose and he closed his eyes. — You smell so fucking good… —

While he was breathing your scent, his other hand made its way back under your skirt and the tip of his thumb found your clit. He rubbed it gently, making you moan.

— Fuck… Shion ! — His middle finger slided inside your cunt easily, and he started to cuddle your walls too slowly to your liking. — Ain’t you a little slut ? Look at how wet you are just f’me— he made you moan louder, pushing his finger further and when he felt your hips rise up in search of more friction, he took it back.

You saw him slide your panties inside his pocket and he pointed his wet finger to your lips. — Lick it. —

You did as you were told and Shion let out a groan. — Look at me... yeah just like that. You’re so good at it baby. Bet you can do so much more with this pretty tongue of yours huh ? —

You rolled your tongue around his finger tasting yourself, while looking him dead in the eyes. He added another finger and pushed in to see how far you could take it without gagging.

It was so lewd. But it worth every second just to watch Shion smiles at you in a pure bliss.

And then everything went fast. He flipped you face down on your couch and all you heard was him removing his belt and unzipping his pants. Wet sounds. His hand worked on his hard dick as the cold air bite your bare ass.

You felt so exposed. At his disposal. But you loved it.

He lifted your skirt up and looked down at your cunt, licking his lips like it was the best thing to feast on.

— Shit… gonna fill this pretty pussy so nice and full with my cum. You’re gonna love it, slut. —

— Shion wait ! Wait, I’m not on pill. You can’t…— you couldn’t finish your sentence as you felt his swollen tip poke at your entrance. — No ! Wait ! — You moaned when his hands merged with the skin of your hips and you desperately tried to push him away with one hand behind you. But it was like going against the current. And you started to drown deep in your own pleasure.

Another loud moan escaped your lips when you felt his cock slides between your thighs and rubs against your clit.

Despite the burning desire you two felt, Shion didn’t put it inside. He was just rolling his hips between your thighs and lips, making you feel how hard his cock was against your clit.

— Oh god…— your eyes rolled inside as he applied more preasure and he grabbed you by the hair with one hand, making you harsh your back, your tits bouncing at the move. The other went back to rub your clit and you swear to god you saw what heaven looked like from here.

He nestled his face in the crook of your neck and breathed hard.

— Gotta be a good girl and make me cum, yeah ? — You nodded, lost in your own pleasure. — Then grind your wet pussy on my dick baby. Put your hand on my tip and rub it with your thumb… Harder… Yeah just like that. Fuck ! —

You learned that night what a second of eternity was like. It felt like your body was made for him. And his for you. The wet sounds echoed in your flat, dirty but oh so good. You couldn’t bend your head to see his cock going faster between your thighs but you could feel it.

The vein of his shaft was pulsating in your hand, and you knew he was about to cum.

— I’m coming baby ! Fucking take it —

You felt him cum hard in your hand, between your thighs. Second after the two fingers you licked so well were back inside you, bullying your sweet spot and he made you see stars with just a few more rubs on your clit.

Your orgasm ripped everything inside of you and you heard a loud moan without realizing it was yours.

And then he let go of your hair. You’re body went limb and you crashed on your couch like you were just a broken puppet.

You felt dizzy, breathless and soiled.

You couldn’t bring your eyes to open. You wanted to feel his warm body against yours, you wanted him to stay for the night and cuddle with you. You wanted to open your eyes tomorrow after, with him next to you.

You thought you were in love.

But he did not. Instead he stood up, zipped his pants up and without a word,

Madarame Shion left your home.

Taglist : @bubble4u @q-the-rockaholic @ambieux​ 

[bokutoslittlebird]

Some spicy omegaverse hcs for t̶h̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶d̶d̶i̶e̶s̶ Kuroo, Ushijima, and daichi like if there s.o goes into heat or they go into a rut?

Daddy Daichi is missed on this blog 🥺

Spicy Omegaverse headcanons

Kuroo

> First things first I feel like he’d be one of the alphas people wanna be with and then they interact with him and are like “...what a fucking dork”

> He has probably gone through solo ruts before because he’s been single for a good chunk of his life but once he has a partner. Good luck. His sex drive is insane.

> His first rut comes on and it’s like a sack of bricks hit him in the gut. Usually it’s a slow and steady rise until it’s unbearable but now that he has you it’s different. His scent is on you and it drives him insane, just like your scent is on things you left at his house.

> When he invited you over, you think nothing of it. After all, you’ve been intimate before, this is practically the same thing. Oh honey, no. You are wrong. So wrong.

> His rut spurs you into your heat cycle early, it’s that fucking powerful. With it being the first cycle you guys enter together, it’s just rough and sloppy and messy. You wouldn’t want it any other way, though.

“I need you so fucking badly, fuck—” Kuroo moans against your mouth. You whine back, taking his hand on your waist and sticking it down your panties. Your arousal is overwhelming, sweet and addictive. With his fingers coated in your slick, he pumps three into you right off the bat. You’re so sensitive, it’s not long until you’re clenching around his as your legs give out.

Kuroo easily lifts you, taking you to his bed and sets you down. He can’t hold himself back, not once he licks your taste off his fingers. “You’re as sweet as you smell, fuck,” he groans out, peppering kisses down your stomach as he slides off the remaining clothes. He dives between your legs, keeping you down as he laps at your folds. Your hands tug his hair, mewls and moans intertwining as he brings you to another orgasm.

“Tetsu—”

“I know, kitten. I know. I’ll give you what you want,” sliding off his sweats and boxers, he sighs once his cock is released. It seems so much bigger now, the knot already swelling quite a bit at the base. Whining, you move to get up but he pushes you back down. “Another time, right now I just wanna fuck you,”

Daichi

> Daichi is another dork who needs some good omega fucking kidding. Hes a very attentive alpha and loving, but he isn’t big on too much intimacy all at once. Until one day.

> Daddy Daichi is over here, cool as a cucumber. You’re smelling pretty sweet today, but nothing too bad. It’s not enough to give him a signal something’s coming. Not until you steal his clothes and he’s like “wtf?” Then he realizes. You’re nesting.

> When you call him over and he gets a whiff, it’s over. You’re smelling like a fucking delight and he’s not hesitant one bit. Once he sees you, wrapped up in some clothes you stole from him, hes pouncing on you.

> Sloppily placed kisses along your face as you whine, spreading your legs. It’s your first heat with a mate and he will not let you be unsatisfied, not one bit.

“Da-Daichi!” Moaning, your head flush against the pillows strewn about as your mate continues to piston into you. You find your legs over his shoulders, a new position for him to hit that sweet spot inside you that has you screaming.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you. Come on, you can let go,” as he tells you, you obey. Clamping down on his cock, you cream all over his length as he grunts, thrusts getting sloppy.

“In me! I want your knot! Daichi!” Your screams spur him closer to his release, pushing his enlarging knot into your cunt while you scream, nails digging into his biceps. With a rut against you, he’s spilling into you. A pleased sigh comes from you next, turning into a moan as you cream on him once more.

Ushijima

> He’s been on suppressants his whole life I refuse to accept he grew up in a healthy household. Only volleyball on his mind, none of that mating and courting bullshit. When he courted you, you had to spend your heats alone because he was completely oblivious to your situation.

> He finally had his rut when he graduated and moved into a shared apartment with you. It was like a full on switch, him being almost afraid to touch you and then suddenly he’s horny all the time. He’s an ass man, so he probably be grabbing or tapping your ass just cause. Maybe smack but uh you’ll need a doctor after that.

> It was a welcome change, having him affectionate over you. When he suddenly started being clingy and always hugging you, you realized what was going on.

> His rut came fast once you set up a nest. You weren’t in heat (yet), but it was something you felt would keep the mood. All it took was you surrounded by his scent to lose it, really. Rough hands pulling at your clothes, mouth attached to your neck. It was nothing like the first time you two got intimate, but it was much better.

“You smell so good,” he grunts, grinding his bulge into your leg. With only his boxers keeping him restrained, you felt your cunt clench around nothing, your body anticipating him.

“Toshi,” You whimper, his lips covering yours as he quiets your noises. He discards his boxers, his thick tip already pushing into you. Another whimper from you while he peppered kisses on your face in apology, but he wouldn’t stop. You felt so good and he was just so hot — he needed to be inside you. It was only a moment before he grabbed your legs and held them open so he had full access to your cunt.

[theepisceswriter]

Jjk dudes promising just the tip but breaking it like 2 seconds later please!

Bestie I know you wanted multiple JJK characters, and I’ll probably still give it you, but I had something similar to this in my notes with Toji, so I decided to make a little ficlet with him instead surrounding this idea....kinda.

Synopsis: Your toxic baby daddy Toji hits you up after not being heard from for months with that smirk on his face that you just can’t resist.

TW: Dub con might apply here but I did my best to make reader aware that Toji was 99.99% lying abt just the tip and knew abt his intentions from the start, but I guess you can interpret it how you want, fembodied!reader, Toji is a trigger warning on his own, manipulation, implied that you have a child together, pregnancy mention briefly, breeding kink, toxic relationship, 18+, MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1.7k

Your heart dropped to your stomach when you flipped your phone over to see ‘TOJI WOJI 🥺🧸🥰....is FaceTiming you.’ Whatever he was calling for couldn’t have been important or even worth your time listening to at all. It was edging on 12 am in the morning, the ungodly hours of the night where sin ran rampant and thoughts became loud as the world around you silenced, a concoction of emotions that meant nothing good. Especially when the last time you received a phone call from him this late it resulted in a booty call that led to you pregnant with a child that Toji barely came to see. Still, you found your thumb lingering over the green answer button and faintly tapping on it, hoping that it wouldn’t go through, but instead, you were met with the sight of Toji. The raven locks on his hair poking out like always, the same old scar over his lip, and the same basic black tee decorating his body. He looked exactly the same as you had last seen him except the outside lights of the world illuminated his face as he appeared to be in what you assumed was the driver’s seat of his car. You felt your heart clench in your chest, memories of your relationship before he up and dipped on you clouding your mind to the point where you were damn near in tears wondering why it had to end so abruptly; why he left you the way he did. But those tears were soon pushed back by with an anger that had you ready to hang up in his face. You were so conflicted when it came to him, always had been.

“What do you want Toji?”

“You. I miss you, y/n. I’ve been thinking a lot about you and our family.” God, here he went with this bullshit again. Just when you thought the cycle was over he always popped up again, little white lies about missing you and his child so he could find solace in your bed for a week or two before dipping like he always did. Apparently, he wanted to come in and talk things out, just talk and try to redeem your relationship. You knew he was just telling you everything you wanted to hear with an ulterior motive behind his words, but you couldn’t resist that grin on his lips and the compliments of how nice you looked even in your nightclothes.

He was too good at this because the next thing you knew he was sitting on the couch in your living room with his legs manspreading out and trying to inch his way closer to where you sat on the opposite end. Your arms crossed and staring daggers into him while all he did was look at you as fondly as he could, as if he were genuinely envisioning a future with you and the child he left you within this moment.

“What the fuck do you really want Toji?” Your voice had a bite to it that left him smirking at your attitude and digging deeper into his mind to pull out lines he knew you wanted to hear, lines he knew would get him that satisfactory ending of you giving into his sweet talk and bold advances as he scooted a couple of inches closer to you. So close that his hand was able to rest on the part of your left thigh that the shorts you were wearing left exposed, gently kneading the area with his palm.

“You know you look good right?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes ready to push his hand off of you but his other hand blocked you from doing so, bringing both of your arms over your head and adjusting the two of you so that you were now smushed between him and the cushioning of the couch. As mad as you wanted to be at him you just couldn’t. He had indestructible shackles placed over your heart that tugged with each time he forced himself back into your life just like how they were now.

Flashbacks of the night you got pregnant suddenly came flashing before your eyes. The vivid imagery of the way he had your legs folded to the point where your ankles were by your ears as he pounded into you ruthlessly from above, hand around your neck tightening your airways and making tears form in your eyes. Blissed dazed out in a space that was too similar to subspace, too out of it to even respond to the “I’m going to fuck a baby into you and how ever many I want after that. Use you like the slut you are and breed you so good.” That had left his lips at that moment. 

Which is exactly what he did and here he was again, the two of you in the very same spot shimmied out of your clothes, and him ready to fuck a baby into you again once more.

“I just want you.” When he says it like that, voice soft and laced with what you hope to be some form of honesty, it’s easy to pretend like this is okay in a relationship—if that’s what you could even call this. That if you squinted your eyes hard enough and looked past Toji’s flaws that all this pain and suffering he put you through in the end would be worth it. Your feelings changing for him with each entrance and exit he made in your life. Always wondering what the two of you could’ve been if he was a better man. You had to be soulmates, there was no other explanation for why you kept coming back to each other. At least not any logical one that you could think of.

All the logical thinking left your mind the moment he pressed his lips to yours, those oh so soft lips that you missed and craved badly on nights when other men’s lips couldn’t contort to yours the way that he did.

This is exactly what he wanted—his gentle caresses and touch to distract you from the real reason why he was here. Which was only to use your body how he wanted before he went on with his life, not thinking about you again until he got horny once more. And it was the touch of his cold hands against your skin, working its way up to grope at your enlarged breast, that brought you back to this realization. Lips moving off of his immediately and backing up against the arm of the couch. Your lips opened in protest, only to be cut off by him speaking up first.

“You don’t understand how much I’ve missed your touch—your body. Do you know how much gorgeous you’ve become with a post-pregnancy body? Just looking at you is driving me crazy.” He continues on with his compliments. Each one hitting you straight into your heart and going up to your head to shush those thoughts that scream at you to not fall for his trap, but instead, you fell right into it. Allowing his to resume his position on top of you.

“We don’t even have to do much. Just the tip, I promise. I just miss the feeling of you around me so much.” It’s the first time this whole night that you were able to recognize one of his lies as just that, a bold-faced lie. You knew how he got when he was in the mood, how dark and clouded his mind got with lust to the point where he was a whole different Toji. But you let him believe that you believed that, a small okay leaving your lips along with a nod as you accepted his lips on yours once more; his tongue slipping past your lips to find yours, gently sucking on it and letting out a light moan at the familiarity of it. He didn’t even have to use his hands to guide his cock to your entrance because he was just that big, breaking away from the kiss to look at where the two of you connected and using his hips to guide his erect tip inside of the warmth of your cunt. For a minute, maybe even less, he kept his “promise” of inserting only his tip, but the feeling of your walls gripping on only the tip of his cock was enough for him to go crazy. Something on the verge of a whimper and a moan leaving his lips. He needed more of you and he was going to have more of you. Disregarding his promise like you predicted, he ruthlessly bucked his hips up against yours, his whole length entering you with ease from the build-up of your arousal that had taken the physical form of wetness.

“Pussy so wet just for me that you swallowed me whole.” He tried to pin it on you and if you weren’t stuffed to the brim with him right now maybe you would’ve rolled your eyes and told him how dumb he sounded, but you went along with it. He didn’t even give you time to adjust to him because even after months without touching each other he knew the pussy that he trained with constant fucking every week would remember his shape and form, adjusting your legs so they were folded up against your stomach and immediately getting to work.

“I might have to put another baby in you if this is what post-pregnancy pussy feels like. You feel so good and right around my cock, baby.”

Each thrust was like heaven on earth, his cock curved in just the right spots to his every sensitive area inside of you that left your toes curling and a faint white creamy line begin to form at the base of his cock. It had been so long since you’ve had a nice good fucking. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so full, so good to the point where tears formed around the edges of your eyes. No one, not even the toys you had spent $100’s on tucked away in your closet, came close to the affect that he had on your body.

He always knew just what to do and just what to say to have you crumbling underneath him. One of your favorite but also most disliked quality that he possessed.

[pufflocks]

hi bestie! here's a concept for u: think about sitting in arans lap after taking an (eventful) shower after practice. his skin warm against yours and the towel hanging loose around his hips does nothing to stop his bulge from pressing into yours. his kisses are slow and purposeful, sucking on your chest and neck while you apply product to his damp hair, massaging his scalp in that circular motion he likes. it's soft and intimate how you crane your head to get a better look at his scalp, brushing down and around in a clockwise motion a couple times until the waves curl in on themselves and he's looking dashingly handsome per usual.

"gonna put the duey on too?" he grins and you humm in reply. confirming his assumption when you lean in to press a kiss to his plump lips, simultaneously tugging the baby blue silk material off his desk. you secure it to his head with ease and slide your fingers along the seams to ensure the fabric doesn't press into his forehead while he sleeps. "there. all good" you whisper.

arans lovestruck smile is blinding, he looks at you with dark, hooded eyes that unleash butterflies in your abdomen. then a pulse of wanting warms you from the inside out when he rasps "mmm, thank you prince"

Summary: When- when I say I look dumb ash smiling hella hard in my bed- I say that with the highest confidence cuz. ✌🏽😛 I dont think yall understand but Aran is literally a fucking- *bangs on the mf table* BLACK GOD— lemme do this before I bust a nut in these damn pants. Also I love yo ass for this. ❤💙💛 { Hope you don't mind I got carried away. This req might make me do a part 2. 🚶🏽‍♂️}

Warnings: NSFW • Aran being fine ash • proof read

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader! X Aran Ojiro

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Steam clouded shower windows with two intimate silhouettes crossing eachother. Coming for the second time is when your mind started o slip into something darker than your own lust. You draw your body closer to the chest of your lover, Aran, as his heavy hands squeeze near your rigid hip bones as if it was routine.

In an hushed voice to your ear, "So out in the open for me, sweets." He smirked when you turned to plant a messy kiss under his jaw. Not meaning to linger longer than you need to.

Due to everything basically falling in slow motion, breathing felt more difficult as you felt him pulsate inside of you. Ugh, his girth was most definitely something you favored.

Anything that required moving felt hard, though. How could he be conscious while you were barely on your own feet ? God complex anyone would think, honestly.

Minutes passing while your heart sped up for the umpth time as you felt your orgasm come in reach. Not even a break ? You could only guess he was still pumped with adrenaline from the winning game earlier.

He hit the finishing touch to the ball as the audience roared with excitement and cheer. He deserved it. And as the greedy and lovestruck thing he was, he also thought he deserved some shower sex from his favorite person. You.

"Baby- g- Mm-! Gonna cum, bae. Fuck !" He held you close as though someone would take you from him. Broad shoulders hunching over as he jerked you off under lukewarm water.

He mumbled a, "Come on baby boy.. Come on daddy and show me how much I deserve this tight ass." That sent you over the moon immediately, having you shooting a quivering load. Breath racked in your lungs and head thrown back as your curled in closer to the much bigger body. "There you go. Good boy. Fuck, such a perfect lil' thing." Ending the sex with tender kisses to his lovers back.

He did deserve it.

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After a long while, you both made yourselves present in his room. Aran not even bothering to adjust the towel around his hips considering the light bulge he had underneath rudely pressing against your own.

"I love you so much Y/N." He started with purposeful kisses occasionally giving your ass a firm, but a gentle stroke of his enlarged hands. He loved you alright. He couldn't stop himself from nipping at your warm wet skin on your chest to your neck. The hickies already looking as red as a rose in spring. You doubt he would apologize for them since he enjoyed hearing you complain in the morning.

"I love you too. Too much.." You were in sync with his body language and movement. Had you not drawn yourself back, you probably would have had him have his way with you again. That sounded pleasant to the ears though you both needed rest.

"Give me the comb and oil bottle." Your boyfriend stopped his idle ministrations and quirked and eyebrow at you.

"Give you what ?" He waited for a response before you giving him a playful eye roll.

"Please. Please give me the comb and oil. Stop play with me, Aran." You said. He stifled his laugh as you were handed the comb. Soft stroking his head with it as you crane your head to get a different angles at a specific area. His hair was one of the things he cherished secretly so you and some other family members were only aloud to touch it.

A minute later or so you realized his eyes were lingering near your chest down to your idle member. "Feel good ?" You whispered. Scooting yourself closer to his body.

"Yeah. S' good to me, baby boy. Thank you." He murmured. The movement to hug your waist nearly made you drop the oil bottle out of your hand.

He sat up straight to look up at you only to give you a lingering smooches to your jaw. "Gonna put the duey on ?" He asked. You hummed. Raising your shoulders a bit from the ticklish sensation he was giving you to your jaw.

"So sensitive." He poked your sides making you jump, while in the process of grabbing his silky baby blue durag from his desk.

"Stop before I choke you with this string, boy." You giggled. He snickered. Not funny.

"You wouldn't." He pestered on. You would, but you weren't in the mood to act goofy after kickass shower sex.

He started to trace his fingers under your towel, rubbing on your thighs while you were at work putting on the duey. It was silent in the room besides him humming every now and then some songs.

"Done, you look sexier now." You kissed his forehead as you smoothed your hand over his head. He smiled then his face turned into confusion.

"I wasn't sexy before ?" He said chuckling. It was cute and funny how your day started with a win of a your boyfriend's game, then ending in you both in his room giggling and cackling like dumbasses.

"You are ! But this baby blue on yo big ass head gonna make me bust one. Stay safe." You chuckled lightly as you pulled away from him. Finally standing on your own legs on the cold wooden floor. The water on both of your bodies dried up now aswell.

"'M finna put on some clothes. It's cold in here." Before you could even step closer to the dresser he grabbed you by your waist. The both of you falling into the plush bed as he made quick ministrations to cover you both in blankets and his sheets. The towels you both had around your bodies long forgotton.

"You are literally something." You mumbled scooting closer to his warm chest. Having a slightly bigger person to cuddle with was always a blessing and he took that role with a smile.

"I may be something, but I'm your something and you're my prince." So sappy. He planted a kiss to your temple. You hummed in appreciation as you placed chaste kisses to his chest and underside his clipped beard.

"Sleepy now.." you said. Yawning felt really good at the moment. Letting your eyes hang low and mind rest fully. Aran held you closer to his chest as he brushed back any hair from your forehead.

"Go to sleep my prince. You deserve it." He murmured laying the final kiss to your upper eye lid. You don't know what you did to deserve it, but knowing how humble and forgiving your man is, you might have deserved it at this point if he said something.

Yes.. Yes.

[yoyoliii]

IS NO ONE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS?? IVE BARELY GOTTEN OVER WKM AND NOW THIS BULLSHIT?! Tbh @markiplier big mood

[chiefbasementcreator]

Prompt: Luffy uses his powers to enlarge his cock to please Carrot during her heat.

"Oh god, Luffy..." Sanji groaned, stumbling into the room on wobbly legs. "Please, go... go take care of her... we can't."

Luffy nodded, getting off his hammock and stepping onto the deck. There, strewn around, groaning in pain, clutching their crotches in agony. Chopper was going aroudn from man to man, applying icepacks, or creams, or helping heal their legs and hips. Dozens of men had suffered, and in the distance he could see more approaching.

"Luffy, you need to go handle her!" Chopper exclaimed at his captain. "She's gonna hurt even more of them!"

It was the same thing every month, when Carrot entered her heat. She went into a frenzy, a desire to fuck that surpassed anything else she could feel, and with ehr strength coupled with her sulong form? until she was actually fucked silly she went around, riding men to their exhaustion or until their pelvises were bruised. No serious injuries had happened yet, but many men of the Straw Hat Grand Fleet wouldn't be able to fuck (and would have trouble peeing, or even just walking), for weeks.

Of the men of the crew, while Sanji and Zoro could tide her over for soem time, only Luffy was able to actually outfuck Carrot and calm her down. And so that was what he was doing right now.

He simply needed to follow the trail of bruised and pained men, and he quickly arrived to the point where he could see her in the distance. She was sandwiched between two guys, one fucking her cunt, the other her ass.

She bounced on their cocks, eager, looking pleased, while the men looked in pain from the speed nadn strength of her movements.

"Carrot! I'm here!" Luffy shouted, grabbign the rabbit-girl's attention.

"Luffy!"

She unceremoniously hopped off her two human sextoys, the men collapsing from exhaustation while she happily skipped to stand in front of luffy.

It was not the first time this happened, it would not be the last, and both knew how it would go.

"Gear Third." Luffy announced, grinning, as his cock started to grow.

From its normal size (of an average length and girth for a human man), to slightly bigger, to as big as a soda can, then as big as a wine bottle, then as his leg, then...

Carrot's eyes were glued to his cock, even as it grew evermore, until it was as big as her entire body.

And then, Luffy pinned her under him. There was no gentleness, Carrot was not in the mood for that. What she wanted, what she needed, was to be fucked by the biggest cock possible for as long as possible, and Luffy had the size and endurance necessary for both of these.

His huge cock entered her, slammed into her, bulgign her body enough that she was now fully satisfied. She looked up at him, smiling.

"Do it!" she encouraged him, and he started pouding at her, hammering her cunt.

She was hot, she was tight, she squeezed his cock.

[botanyshitposts]

Why this (submitted by @forty7hillsinmyhollywoodaccount)

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ohhhhohohhoo now THIS is a treat......a case of dumb plant syndrome revealing a forbidden truth......

you see. strawberries are not botanical berries. they’re technically what’s called accessory fruits, meaning that in this case the ‘berry’ part is just an enlarged receptacle. the actual fruits are called achenes, which are the little yellow speckles on the outside of each strawberry and are generally dry, indehiscent, and only contain one seed per fruit (sunflower seeds are a more obvious achene example).  

(the above was the best pic i could find showing roughly how the hell this happens, but i’m also going to put this one here because it reads like the strawberry is being publicly shamed for its achene crimes and i think thats hilarious) 

so in terms of The Forbidden One up there....either: 

1. a mutation or infection confused the the plant and it freaked out and made leaves where fruit was supposed to go (which, to be fair, big mood) or

2. something Happened(tm) and all the fruits germinated waaaaayyyy earlier than they were supposed to. i....dont have much knowledge about like, strawberry seedlings, but after a brief google search it seems like if they’re all germinating at once they are not like, turning out like normal seedlings. on one hand i suppose this kind of makes sense because holy shit the entire situation like...is NOT normal to begin with, but on the other hand option 1 fits a little better. still, cutting it open would probably give the answer (if it has roots it’s 2, if it doesn’t it’s 1). 

on a related note i fucking love plants, man. like. ‘make leaf where fruit go’ followed by casually making leaves where fruit would go is such just like...a plant thing to do. in animals ‘make arm where baby go’ followed by actually making the arm would be absolutely devastating in terms of bodily function, but for this strawberry plant its just like. look at this. its just photosynthesizing. like this plant has fully accepted that it just has new leaves now and has already moved on. like. our soft animal brains could never 

[bbrandy2002]

Fool’s Rush In

Chapter 17

This is my @wackydrabbles​ post for week 87. The prompt is bolded. "No offense, but I'm not interested."

Book: TRR

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Warnings: Drake and some language.

*I was in a silly mood and this turned into a dumpster fire lol and it feels very rushed but I was trying to meet the word count. There may be a little bit of plot in this.

Word count: 1999

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Liam sat on the floor with his back pressed against the mattress; one leg bent upright with the other extended crookedly out in front of him. Half of a bottle of Don Julio dangled loosely from a hand settled on his knee while two shiny gold rings encircled the pinky tip of his other.

In a fit of anger late last night, he searched for and consumed the first bottle of alcohol he came across in the liquor cabinet. He had no intentions of getting hammered or even a little drunk; Liam just needed something to take the edge off the hurt. Not that he for one second believed a word Riley told him before she walked out and boarded a red-eye commercial flight back to the States. 

As Liam pondered her abrupt departure in the early hours of the morning, one thing was for sure: He'd never been in love before, but what he felt for Riley was real -- and reciprocated -- that, "no," she spewed from her mouth when asked if she loved him was a lie.  

But why? That was the question he just couldn't figure out.

Having racked his brain for hours and with the sun finally coloring in the darkness of his chambers, Liam set aside his drink and lifted himself off the ground. Every thought that consumed him for the last several hours was riddled with putting the pieces together of why she actually left and why she felt she couldn't tell him the truth. Nothing made sense, yet ruminating alone in his room until he figured it out wasn't going to solve anything; the only way to get to the bottom of this was to retrace Riley's steps from the time she left the ball to when he made his way up to join her a little later. 

Stumbling to the bathroom -- mostly from exhaustion and perhaps a little drunker than he realized -- Liam stripped off the tuxedo he wore the prior evening and took a quick shower before heading down to the security office.

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Riley's heavily drooping eyelids popped wide open when the plane shook from another vigorous tremor of turbulence. Gripping the armrests on both sides of her seat, she hesitated to peek out the window but was relieved when she saw the billowy waters of the Pacific had transformed into small, mosaic blocks of land covered by a shadow of the nearly setting sun. 

When the aircraft settled again, Riley reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone to check the time, grateful to be landing soon. She planned to go straight home, sink into her bed, and sleep the rest of her life away. Maybe wake up every once in a while to sob again before going back to sleep. Whatever Riley decided to do, she hated Madeleine, she hated Tyler, and she hated telling Liam she didn't love him; the more Riley thought about the stunned look on his face when she said it, the more nauseous her stomach felt.

And the nausea was getting worse.

Riley caught the eye of a nearby stewardess and waved her over; she needed ginger ale, and she needed it fast. 

"Can I help you, Miss?"

"I … I need, ginger ale, please." She asked through ragged breaths.

"Let me check and see if we have more." Riley nodded appreciatively.

"Hey. Don't I know you from somewhere?" A relatively large guy in the center seat, whose sweaty arm flab had been lodged in Riley's shoulder since takeoff, asked. Oh shit! Riley cupped a tight hand over her mouth and shook her head vigorously; the last thing she wanted was to be recognized. 

Or vomit.

While the stewardess searched the service cart for the requested drink, the gentleman's eyes enlarged. "Wait a minute. Yeah! You're that little gal who married some king, with ..." he snapped his fingers before adding in his thick Texan drawl, "the monkey and hookers and shit. Wow, my fiance wants to have a wedding just like yours." He held his hand out to her. "The names Beaver Calhoun, mayor of Slippery Nip, Texas. I guess you could say we're both royals, huh?"

Riley lowered her hand slightly; she was past the point of ginger ale helping, and this guy was blocking her way out. "Beaver, I need you to move." 

He stroked his chin in thought. "Well, I don't know, Queenie. I'm pretty content with my life there in Slippery Nip, Not really lookin' to uproot."

"No!' Riley's strained voice responded forcefully, "move out of the way--" She tried to fight it, but her head flung forward and everything came out with her last word.

Beaver looked down at his shirt and quirked a brow. "That's gonna leave a stain."

=============

On the second floor of a run-down Motel 6, just off the beaten path in Las Vegas, Drake tossed in the last of his clothes and airline tickets in a duffle bag and zipped it. Stepping over to the window, he pulled aside the tattered curtains to check if the airport's shuttle van had arrived yet. Disappointed, he grumbled to himself, "Where the hell are you? I'm ready to get the fuck out of here." 

The past week had been intense -- well, frankly, the entire month had been nothing short of shit balls. Five weeks ago, Drake landed in Las Vegas for Liam's bachelor party and won big money at the casino, only to have it all pissed away on some old, decrepit hooker who stole his wallet, cell phone, dick health, and what little joy he had in the world. Liam left with a sexy ass wife, and all Drake got was the false claim of fathering triplets and his scowling face on the front cover of the National Enquirer with Dr. Ethan Ramsey detailing the entire sordid journey from pre-surgical rooster rot to the aftercare.

He made a quick $500 for the story, in which he badly needed the money, considering he couldn't leave Vegas until the paternity test results came back. It was enough for his lodging, a couple cans of Beenie-Weenies and a few boxes of pepperoni Hot Pockets; his stomach felt like oil sludge at this point. But as a joke, Leo had sent a box of Ding-Dongs, so it wasn't all bad.

The rotary phone in his room rang out, and he answered the call from the front desk, which let him know transportation had arrived. Drake grabbed his bag, flicked a cockroach off of it, and exited his room into the enclosed hallway.

After stepping onto the elevator and hitting the down button, another person strolled on in a black leather mini-skirt, white see-through halter top, and a pair of fishnet stockings that he'd recognize anywhere.

"You!" He growled at the chain-smoking hooker, backing her up into the corner. "Do you have any fucking idea what you did to me? And I WANT my wallet and cell phone back, now!" He hovered menacingly over the much smaller woman.

"No offense, but I'm not interested in giving them back to you," Pinquee Kittee sneered before reaching into her bra for mace and spraying him directly in the eyes. The rapid burn gave way to her next act of defense when a screaming, blinded Drake was doubled over by a swift karate kick to his newly transplanted organ. "Hiiiiyah!"

Drake cupped himself in anguish, fell to the floor, and slumped over as the elevator doors opened. Pinquee Kittee grabbed his duffle bag and peeked down the hallway to make sure no one was around before making her getaway.

------------------

Just outside of the palace's security office, Liam knocked on the door several times without an answer. It was rare that the King would personally pay a visit. Usually, he would call Bastien and have the head guard look into any issues. With him gone, this just felt like something Liam needed to do in person. 

After several more knocks, Liam reached for the door handle and slowly opened it to let himself inside. The lights were off, with only a few CCTV screens displaying various images of places within and surrounding the palace. Finding the light switch on the wall beside the door, Liam flipped them on, and his mouth fell agape at what he saw.

"What the hell happened in here?" He shouted as his hands shot to his hips, glaring around the room. 

On the floor was a maze of beer cans, whiskey bottles, remnants of silly string, a five-gallon bucket of butter next to a slip-n-slide, a voodoo doll with Liam's face on it, and half-a-dozen guards passed out. 

A furious Liam made his way through, kicking the feet of guardsmen as he stepped along. "Get up! All of you!"

One-by-one, they slowly roused until they realized it was the King in their presence, then they jumped to their feet at attention. 

"Would someone like to explain what the actual fuck happened in here?" Liam wasn't one to swear in front of his staff, but there was no way he could hold back after walking in on this scene. His glowering eyes shifted with expectancy from one man to the next, waiting for an answer, until someone finally called out, "We threw Rogers a going away party for his last night on the job, Your Majesty."

"And you thought having a wild party while you were ON DUTY to protect 400 members of the nobility for a major event was the time to do that?

The guard shook his head. "Not at all, Sir. I admit we weren't as attentive as we should have been last night ..." he pointed behind Liam, "but Prince Leo came by and suggested we kick it up a notch."

Liam turned around and caught Leo slithering along the edge of the wall toward the door. "Leo!"

The Prince stopped dead in his tracks, then flickered his eyes and jolted his body as if he were just waking up. Leo looked at Liam, acting surprised to see him. "Liam? Is that you? H-How did I get in here?"

Liam rolled his eyes. "Knock it off, Leo."

"What?” Leo shrugged innocently. “You know what I think happened. I must have been sleepwalking again. You know how I get when I watch The Duchess before bed." He cocked his head introspectively at his brother. “And you do look like the Duke from that movie, you handsome devil you?” He grinned impishly.

Liam stared blankly at his older brother for a few seconds, then turned around to face the others gathered around. "Who's in charge here?"

When one of the men raised a hand, the King stepped up to him and explained, "Alright, I need you to pull up security footage from last night. I want to review everything from the moment I stepped outside the ballroom to meet the Queen around 9:30, and where she went after I went back into the ballroom." 

If this were any other day, Liam would have fired every one of them on the spot and sent Leo to Antarctica, but he only had one concern: Finding out what happened to Riley.

As the guard typed in his computer to pull up footage from last night, Leo stepped up to Liam, who was hovering over the guard's shoulder with anticipation. "What's going on?"

Never taking his eyes off the screen, he responded. "Riley went back to Las Vegas last night."

"Wh-Why? What happened?"

Liam let out a breath. "That's what I'm trying to find out."

Leo remained silent before giving his little brother's shoulder a reassuring squeeze and watching with him.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as different camera footages were switched to follow Riley walking from the main staircase, through several passages, and finally ending with the corridor outside of his quarters.

"Stop!" Liam leaned in closer as the guard paused the video; his entire body tensed up at what he saw.

"Is that ..." Leo scrunched up his face in disgust.

"Madeleine."

___________

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[midoriyashotos]

Unbreakable

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Kirishima Eijiro/Midoriya Izuku

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijiro, Bakugo Katsuki; MINOR ROLES - 1-A students

Summary: “Get out of the way, Kirishima,” Katsuki warns him. “I won’t hesitate to break your face in fucking pieces!”

“Then DO IT! I DON’T CARE!” Kirishima roars. He’s never sounded this angry. “I won’t let you break Midoriya EVER AGAIN!”

--

In which someone finally stands up for Izuku.

AO3 / Fanfiction

A/N: basically I wrote Kirishima being protective of Izuku, because it’s interesting how he hates bullies but never stands up to Bakugo...

I hope this isn’t too OOC. Enjoy!

TRIGGER WARNINGS - minor violence, bullying/abuse and injury.

*NOT BAKUGO/KIRIBAKU/BAKUDEKU FRIENDLY!

--

Izuku is happy, really.

Sure, it can be exhausting. It can be aggravating to live up to what comes with being the Symbol of Peace. And it’s also terrifying the reminder that Katsuki knows about his secret and has a lot more reason to hate him.

Not that Katsuki would ever quit hating Izuku, but still.

In the very least, the explosive boy doesn’t hit Izuku regularly anymore. People in their school don’t take Katsuki seriously like it happened in Middle School, so it’s a relief.

(They constantly call Katsuki and Izuku childhood friends, though.)

(Or rivals. Are they really rivals?)

Regardless, as long as Izuku stays away from Katsuki, he’ll be fine.

So, he’s happy.

--

When they can, 1-A has fun nights that may include eating cake and candies, playing games and watching movies – sometimes all in the same night. His classmates are very united in that sense.

Tonight, they’re sharing a big cake everyone helped Sato with; the teenagers are all separated in groups that fill the common room with life.

Izuku might subconsciously flinch every time a certain voice raises near him. Thankfully, it’s not directed at him – once he looks, he finds Katsuki and his friends messing with him. The greenette sighs in relief.

The boy spends most of the night alongside Uraraka, Iida, Tsuyu and Todoroki. At one point, though, Izuku rests alone on the green couch, honestly a little drained by all the energy today, given the yelling and cursing that persists in what should’ve been a good time.

As his head is stuck in his thoughts, Izuku jolts when someone reaches him in the almost untouched spot.

“Hey, Midoriya! What’s up, man?”

Kirishima grins at him. His usually spiky hair is down today (a detail Izuku strives not to stare at for too long, because that’s creepy).

“K-Kirishima-kun! Hi!” Izuku stammers.

“You partied a lot?”

Izuku laughs shyly, “Yeah, had plenty of cake.”

“That’s the spirit,” Kirishima smiles. “Mind if I take a break with you?”

“A-Ah, sure. I mean, you can sit! Feel free to!”

His red-haired friend sits close to him, maybe… a little too close, the other notes. Izuku holds his cup of now-warm soda, playing with it nervously. Kirishima’s enthusiasm and passion honestly still catch him off guard. At first, Izuku thought he’d be… different. Spiky hair, red eyes, sharp teeth…

Instead, Kirishima turned out to be one of the sweetest and brightest people Izuku has ever known. He brings a lot of spirit to their class.

(And now that Izuku knows, Kirishima does look a lot more friendly and… cute.)

“… Midoriya, you’re looking kind of red…”

Izuku’s green eyes enlarge comically, cheeks burning.

“GAH! I-It’s nothing, Kirishima-kun! It’s just- h-hot in here, isn’t it?” Izuku ignores the fact they’re all wearing sweaters in this chilly night; but he supposes Kirishima does it as well, since he doesn’t touch on it.

If anything, the redhead smiles at him fondly.

(For the love of All Might, it’s too breathtaking.)

Izuku finds some ease, though, in his friend’s heat next to him. Kirishima’s presence is solid and stable like his quirk, but soft and gentle all at same. It perfectly encapsulates who Kirishima is, as a hero and a person.

Still, the freckled boy can’t help but wonder why Kirishima has decided to join him. Izuku is not doing anything particularly interesting. They’re not talking… but it’s not awkward, either.

Regardless, Izuku’s peace is disturbed yet again by Katsuki’s yelling bursts, his steaming hands felt from far away. As always, it’s just Sero, Kaminari and Ashido having fun with him.

Before Izuku can dive in his terrified relief, he’s reminded of the fact Kirishima is next to him, and maybe watching him as well.

“You okay?”

“Y-Yeah! Yeah… Kacchan’s enthusiasm is…” Izuku gulps, “a little too much sometimes.”

“Oh.” Kirishima sounds a little suspicious, but he quickly resumes his smiley nature. “Man, tell me about it,” he jokes.

Izuku holds his plastic cup tighter, refraining himself from tearing it apart and spilling all the soda on the floor.

“I can tell he’s having fun, at least,” Izuku analyzes. “He really likes you guys.”

“Yeah…” Kirishima pauses, only to laugh nervously, “he doesn’t really know how to show that, though.”

(Izuku recalls all the punches to Kirishima’s stony hair, and the insults Katsuki throws at him on a daily basis.)

“At least he likes you, Kirishima-kun,” Izuku reassures him in a lighthearted tone. “Kacchan was never happy with me.”

Admittedly, he hasn’t quite thought over these words – nor was he expecting Kirishima’s concerned gaze, his fondness of Katsuki gone.

“What do you mean?” The red-haired boy inquires.

“Ah, you know…” Izuku clears his throat, as his other classmates party and pay them no mind. “Kacchan’s called me weak since we were kids. He’s always been competitive, and- since my quirk took a while to show up”— he gulps due to the weight of the lie —“we were never…” he trails off, really not wanting to give more details.

“… you were never friends?” Kirishima completes.

Izuku swallows the bitter taste in his mouth and silently shakes his head.

“B-But it’s okay, though! We’re good now,” he tries to convince his friend (… and himself). “I just have to stay away from him because- you know how he is. But he’s got you guys as friends, so I know he’s happy.”

Kirishima looks away, thoughtful. He doesn’t seem entirely relieved by his words. Izuku suddenly feels the need to escape – what has he done?

“I- I need to go to the restroom!” He jumps from the sofa before Kirishima stops him.

Izuku is in such a rush that he doesn’t realize Katsuki is in his way.

“Oi!” Katsuki snaps. His eyes are immediately spiteful. “Deku…”

“K-KACCHAN! SORRY!!” Izuku runs even faster – how embarrassing.

“Get in my way again and I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Bakugo, chill,” Izuku hears Kaminari say nonchalantly.

This is his reality.

He’s happy with it. He is.

--

Everything was fine. Truly. Izuku has no idea what he did wrong.

(He’s never known, beside having no quirk in the past.)

They were training at the gym, outside of class time. Izuku tends to train on his own, but lately he’s been sparring with Kirishima, whose quirk helps with more physical attacks. It also helps Kirishima’s special technique in return.

Basically, Izuku and some of his classmates were going for a break, to drink water and eat whatever strengthens their quirks (like Sato having to eat more sugar). On his way, Izuku passed by Katsuki, who’s literally never in a good mood.

“Deku.”

“S-Sorry, Kacchan! You can go ahead!”

“As if I’ll fucking do what you say,” Katsuki bumps his arm into Izuku, hard, as he mutters in his breath, “shitty nerd.”

Izuku gulped and said nothing else.

(The freckled teen strived to not let One for All concentrate in his clenched fists.)

So, when everyone is gathered, chatting with one another, Izuku is admittedly distant from them. Katsuki would glare at him every now and then just for existing, no matter how far he was.

That’s the reason Izuku refuses to train with all of them when Kirishima suggests. Izuku tells them he’d be on his own again – his tone maybe too tight and serious. His classmates don’t question it, despite their concerned looks. Izuku tries to avoid Kirishima’s in particular – because he loves spending time with them, with him, he really does but…

“Yeah, leave Deku,” Katsuki voices in opposition, “it’s better than dealing with a dead weight.”

“Yikes, Bakugo! That’s really uncalled for!” Kaminari protests.

“I know you guys are rivals, but that’s too much, don’t you think?” Sero scolds.

Izuku stares at Katsuki, ignoring his classmates’ statements. Izuku stares deep into his red eyes: unlike Kirishima’s, they’re dreadful, have been since they were only five. He has the same superior stance and tone. Katsuki is the exact same person as the senseless bully that told Izuku to kill himself not too long ago.

The green-haired teenager’s look becomes intense. Furious. The kind of fury that doesn’t always show, because everything is bound to fall apart.

Even when his eyes avert from Katsuki, that’s what ultimately happens.

“Oi, fucking look at me!”

Despite Katsuki’s terrifying rage, Izuku defies.

“Why should I?” He mumbles, his voice gradually raising and deepening, “I can’t even exist near you.”

“What did you fucking say?”

Izuku’s hands clench into tight fists, glowing with One for All. His green eyes sparkle with intensity and ferocity.

“You heard me, Katsuki.”

The atmosphere is instantly changed.

“H-Hey guys, come on, don’t fight!...” Sero chuckles nervously, only to be pushed away by powerful hands.

Katsuki rages and advances, raising his arm.

Although he can defend himself, Izuku can only brace for the impact.

(It’s what he can do. The anticipation. The acceptance. He’s always expecting a blast to his face, and the reminder that he’ll never be good enough. No matter how hard he tries, whether or not he has a quirk; nothing matters to Katsuki, as long as Izuku stops existing.)

Izuku waits.

But it never comes.

No. He hears the explosion blocked by something hard – hard like a rock. And once Izuku looks up, he covers his mouth to contain a gasp.

“What the hell is your problem?!” Kirishima screams, arms together like a shield, the sharp skin scratched by the burnings of Katsuki’s hands.

Katsuki himself is also shocked for a moment. For one, nobody else has ever dared to get in the way of his attacks, either because they’re too scared of him… or they don’t fear him enough to stop him. But most importantly, Kirishima has never stood up to Katsuki. Kirishima has endured his insults, sure, but he’s never defied him in an actual fight.

“Get out of the way, Kirishima,” Katsuki warns him. “I won’t hesitate to break your face in fucking pieces!”

“Then DO IT! I DON’T CARE!” Kirishima roars. He’s never sounded this angry. “I won’t let you break Midoriya EVER AGAIN!”

Izuku can’t move. He can’t say a word.

Katsuki is about to hit Kirishima again without any remorse, only for Sero to hold him back with as many tapes as he can make. Sato, Shoji and Koda help, while Kaminari tries to calm Kirishima down, which has zero effect.

“You’re not a man, Bakugo! You’re a goddamn abuser!” Kirishima points at him. “And abusers ARE NOT MY FRIENDS!”

“Dude, stop! You’re going to make it worse!” Kaminari scolds him, whereas Katsuki has already reduced himself to incomprehensible, enraged noises. Jiro might even rush to call Aizawa-sensei to hold both Katsuki and Kirishima back.

In spite of all the rage he must be feeling, Kirishima still stands protectively in front of Izuku, instinctively approaching him every time Katsuki threatens to break free and come after them.

Regardless, Izuku can still do nothing.

Nothing at all.

--

As expected, Katsuki and Kirishima are suspended for days – similar to when Izuku was forced to fight his classmate a few months ago.

Uraraka and Todoroki stay with Izuku as they wait. Only Kirishima returns to the dorms for now. His friends initially don’t understand why he fought Katsuki, assuming he’d lost his calm for nothing.

Yet Kirishima answers to none of these questionings. The moment he finds Izuku, his look softens, and he rushes to check over him.

“Midoriya,” he whispers in concern, “are you okay?”

Izuku dumbly gazes at him in response, swallowing a gasp when he notices the damage that Katsuki’s explosion did to Kirishima’s face; even with Recovery Girl’s help, the painful scratches can still be seen.

“K-Kirishima-kun…” Izuku chokes with tears welling up in his eyes, and the many feelings and words he’s struggling to understand.

The boy isn’t sure how he should feel. He’s guilty for putting Kirishima in danger, and for ruining his friendship with Katsuki. But Izuku is also angry at Katsuki for not hesitating to hurt someone that cares so much for him. Izuku is furious that Katsuki hasn’t changed at all.

Even so, the freckled teen feels relief. That someone was there, that someone actually stepped up and defended him.

(That someone was his hero, differently from when All Might saved him from the slime monster.)

Izuku launches himself towards Kirishima, wrapping his shaking arms around him. He wants to say all of those things so badly, but he fails. Kirishima’s soft arms hold him back and caress him, fingers running through his messy green hair.

“It’s okay,” Kirishima whispers to him, and says those same words countless times. Izuku’s cries are muffled by his shirt.

It’s like everything else disappears, and it’s only Kirishima and Izuku in this world. Kirishima shields him from every insult, every kick, every punch and slap across his face and his ruptured heart. Kirishima embraces his scars and making sure to be there to tend to them.

Izuku can only cry.

--

Later that night, Kirishima stays with Izuku in his dorm. It’s not like he can sleep with Katsuki’s room right next to his.

Izuku has already dried his eyes out of tears, and flooded Kirishima’s shirt as a result. Regardless, the two boys are glued to one another in Izuku’s bed, Kirishima rubbing his shoulders and the back of his neck. Izuku can’t help melting and clinging to him.

Even so, Izuku only has one question in mind.

“… Why did you do it?”

“He hurts you,” Kirishima answers simply.

Izuku gulps. “But he’s your friend…”

“I don’t think he was ever really my friend, Midoriya.”

Izuku pulls away to face him, the scratches in Kirishima’s face clearer than ever.

“I remember our first class with All Might. Bakugo wanted to kill you,” Kirishima harshly reminds, hands tighter on Izuku. “I knew there was something wrong with him, and yet I still went on to hang out with him. I admired his skills, I called him a man, I sacrificed everything to save his goddamn life because I cared about him. I… thought he was my friend.” He pauses. “Even when he called me Shitty Hair or hit me… I thought I could endure him – and maybe I did. But in the end, I ignored who he really was, and I let him hurt someone I care about for way too long.”

“No…” Izuku protests, “please don’t blame yourself! I was the one who—”

“Midoriya, you’re my friend. I knew Bakugo sucked, and even if he was my friend, I never did anything! And I’m really, really sorry.” Kirishima cups Izuku’s cheek with one of his hands. “I’m so sorry I ignored you. I promise you, I’m not enduring any of his shit anymore.”

Izuku gapes at him. “Kirishima-kun…”

“If he ‘cares’ about me, I don’t give a crap,” the red-eyed boy says firmly. “He sure as hell doesn’t respect me, only when I behave the way he wants. I don’t owe him anything, and I’m not standing around and letting him hurt me or my friends ever again.”

Maybe he should insist. Tell Kirishima that, if it weren’t for Izuku’s pathetic existence, his friendship with Katsuki wouldn’t have ended.

But Izuku doesn’t.

Because Kirishima is right.

Izuku’s hand touches his face, internally flinching when he feels the wounds caused by Katsuki.

“I just don’t want you to hurt because of me,” Izuku admits.

“Midoriya… nothing Bakugo does to me could ever hurt more than knowing he’s abused you for your whole life.”

Abuse. The same word he used for Katsuki earlier today.

“I’ll make sure he never hurts you again, okay?” Kirishima squeezes him. “I promise.”

Although he doesn’t literally say it, it’s clear to Izuku the love in his friend’s words.

The love in Kirishima’s smile whenever Izuku stutters and says a jumbled mess. The love in Kirishima’s concerned eyes when Izuku insists he’s okay when he isn’t. The love in his red eyes and words when Katsuki hurt him. The love in his touches, his soft hands protecting Izuku, understanding his scars.

Kirishima loves him. He really does.

Izuku bursts in tears again and Kirishima lets him, soothing him until the end.

[fourfucksake]

beyond words

pairing: chris evans x black!fem!reader

warnings: none

wordcount: 607

p.s it’s still fuck dem kids over here but i was in the mood

Looking through old photos I smiled at memories coming back to my head. Being pregnant and hormonal made me more emotional than I have ever been. I hated that but there were some positives of my newest state. I appreciated everything around me a million, or a billion, times more. I loved, appreciated, and cherished my family and my loved ones more than ever.

“Aw, look how cute you look here,” Chris poked my cheek as he sat himself next to me on the coach. I laughed in response, handing him printed pictures that I have already viewed. Those photographs of me were taken when I was a little girl. I could recall myself always smiling and getting myself in trouble. Of course, pictures couldn’t quite capture the reality of the past events, but they were a great reminder of the days that made my childhood so special.

“You know, I hope we have a girl. A beautiful, beautiful girl like her mummy. With stunning, divine hair as yours. With deep brown eyes as yours. With this perfect, infectious smile as yours. I cannot wait, baby,” You could here the honesty in his voice. His hand rested comfortably on your enlarged stomach and softly massaged your skin. You let out a small whimper, feeling extremely relaxed by his gentle touch. Not to mention his words that once again ensured you that there was no better choice of a baby daddy than Chris.

“Huh, Chris wants to be a daddy?” I teased him, placing my leg over his knee. His free hand squeezed the skin on my thigh as he sent me little smirk. He loved when I referred to him as a future daddy. We used to use this word in a different context but now it was purely applied when talking about parenthood. Sometimes I wondered if his kinks would go back to what they were prior to pregnancy or they would disappear completely. Recently sex was rarely a thing since I could barely move at all times. Some days I was convinced I totally forgot how to do it, no matter how absurd it sounded.

“Chris does want to be a daddy,” He winked at me, leaning towards my face to link our lips in a small kiss. My hand travelled to his cheek, caressing it gently as my body shifted closer to his. He moved away slightly and sent me a big smile before his large arms locked me in a hug. I felt so safe and comfortable in this moment. I enjoyed it so, so much.

“I can’t wait, baby. I love you both so much already” Chris whispered into my ear, biting it gently before hugging me even tighter. Thinking of his words, the sudden inflow of anxiety attacked my body. I started questioning whether he would be happy if we had a boy instead. I had a feeling I was pregnant with a boy, but I never really mentioned it to him. We promised ourselves we won’t check the child’s gender and have a big surprise when they are born. I never regretted that decision, I was just sure that I am pregnant with a boy. I suppose you could call that an instinct, right?

“Daddy will love them no matter who they are and who they choose to be.” His words travelled to my ears, calming my nervous instantly. A small smile appeared on my face; I could not stop the sudden feeling of happiness. At that moment, I felt ready to become a mum to someone who was already adored beyond words. This was what I have always wanted. 

[bearificationtransformations]

Michele and Fransiscu were young, uninhibited, and in love. The couple met online and quickly fell for each other. Franciscu was new to Milan. He had grown up in the mountains of Sardinia and it took time for him to get used to life in urban Milan, but Michele helped him adjust.

The two went everywhere together. They moved in together after only a few months of dating and shared everything. Michele had their occasional fights but it seemed fairly smooth sailing.

The two would exercise at the gym together, and Michele especially wanted to build more muscle. Fransiscu was less enthusiastic but went to support his partner. Despite his lack of interest in lifting weights, Franciscu was remarkably strong and had a fair amount of solid muscle. Farm work, he explained, but Michele wasn’t so sure. There were aspects of Franciscu’s family that were a little... mysterious. For one thing, there was an outstanding rumor that the people in his Sardinian village still practiced witchcraft. It was a story Michele only came across when reading up on his partners home town.

Franciscu did have some odd habits and rituals. His affinity for herbs and candles went beyond a regular passing interest. He also sported the supposed the “mark of a warlock” on his arm. A myth maybe, but with all the talk online about the town Franciscu was from, Michele kept this in the back of his mind.

Michele also knew not to take any of that too seriously. Michele was beyond thrilled to have such a warm, passionate man in his life, even if he came with some odd rural traditions and a sometimes strange way of speaking.

After a year together the Michele had fallen deeply in love with his boyfriend, and yet he couldn’t resist the attention other men sometimes sent his way. The mood in their relationship went sour after Michele recieved a text from his ex. When Franciscu found out his boyfriend was texting with his ex, he was furious. His full blown hot blooded Mediterranean jealousy came into its own.

Michele relented and agreed not to chat with his ex anymore. Three weeks after the fight, while Michele was showering Franciscu saw another flirty text from Michele’s phone pop up. Enraged, Franciscu barged in and screamed at his boyfriend. “ Its over!” he yelled, and “you’ll regret this!” And stormed out.

The two split. Michele tried to make amends but Franciscu wasn’t having it He moved out that night and Michele’s texts went unanswered.

It was a week later that Michele noticed something odd. His clothes felt a little snug. He had a lot of energy when he went to the gym before, but now he was positively bouncing off the ceiling. Despite his grief over losing his relationship, Michele was hitting the weights harder than ever. Soon he could see changes in the mirror. He was starting to fill out... everywhere. All of a sudden his body was starting to pack on weight. His ass, his legs, his belly were all thickening up. He stepped on the scale, only one week since his breakup and instead of the 75 kgs he expected, he was up to 80kgs. That was 5 kgs in around a week... there was no way that was possible. He hadn’t changed his eating habits...

In the next few days the weight continued to pile on at an alarming rate. Four days after he first noticed the new weight, he had baloooned to 90 kgs. Every morning he could see he looked a little bigger in the bathroom mirror. By the time he would get to the gym the mirrors there would show him a little bigger still.

Michele hit the gym harder to try and compensate for his sudden and extremely rapid weight gain, but it didn’t slow it down. His strength and energy was high at the gym, and he could feel muscle was growing, but his body fat was increasing fast. It was less than two weeks after the breakup and suddenly Michele had developed a belly. His clothes were getting very tight and his pants and shorts were impossible to button.

Each morning then routine became to examine his body for the changes and growth from the night before. Each morning he saw new weight, and more mass added to his frame. As he sat up from his bed Michele now felt a belly in his lap. His thick legs and ass now could barely fit even in his athletic shorts. He approached the mirror in shock at his enlarged reflection. Every day was bringing more changes, more fat, more bulk, more weight. He had to buy new clothes to fit over his new size.

And that next morning, Michele looked himself over again. 100 kgs and growing. He pawed at his increasingly rounded belly and thickening arms. He was blowing up. Day by day, hour by hour. Even his two hour lifting, cardio sessions and restrictive new diet were doing nothing to stop the weight from piling onto his body. It was relentless. Part of was terrified by how big he would get. Another part of him was excited by how he had bulked up into one of the biggest men in his gym.

In less than two weeks he’d gained 25 kgs and had to buy an entirely new wardrobe. He was getting huge. His face was filling out, growing chubbier. He was ashamed to meet with his friends when going out, so he just stayed in. Wouls they even recognize him now that he was growing into such a thick chunky bear?

Michele continued to hit the weights in hopes of building more muscle and combat the fat gains. It worked, his arms and shoulders broadened, his pecs rounded out with thick brawn and a layer of chub, and his legs became huge and powerful. Suddenly Michele was benching 100 kgs with ease, then 120, the. 140... and he grew stronger still. He looked like a rugby player, or even a powerlifter. Anxious and self conscious as he was, he had to admit his newfound strength in the gym and thick powerful arms were bringing him a surprising new confidence. He didn’t hate how wide his shoulders were getting. He filled out his shirts in a way that seemed to emphasize his powerful build.

A few days later when he saw the scale turn to 110 kgs, Michele recieved a text from Franciscu “you said you wanted to get bigger, well I hope you enjoy getting bigger then”

Michele’s mind raced. He looked at his thick build in the mirror. Has Franciscu actually done this to him? Had his rapid weight gain been some kind of curse? There was no way his transformation was natural. Were the rumors about that town true?

Michele didn’t respond. He ignored Franciscu. Maybe he had been watching him. Still, he was getting self conscious of his growing size.

Finally, around the time his weight hit 120 kilos it the gains seemed to slow down. It had been a hell of a transformation over the month. 120 kilos on his 1.75m frame was a lot. He started to get used to aspects of his new bearish body. He felt heavy, thick, chunky, but strong as hell. He could bench 200 kgs without much help! He curled 25 kgs easily.

A few more days passed, now at 123 kgs, Michele braved the world of scruff and posted his profile with his updated picture, weight and profile.

Much to his surprise men hit him up from all over much more than before. Texts like “sexy bear” and “fuck me big boy” started coming in. It turned out that a lot of men online really appreciate his new muscle chub build and he began getting together with men who loved his bearish body.

Michele embrased his new bearish identity and powerlifter like build. He was probably the strongest man in his gym now, and frequently pressed weights that grabbed the attention of other gym goers. Franciscu may have tried to get revenge on him, but it backfired. Michele.

And Michele has no idea to what degee it had backfired until a few weeks later. He recieved a text from someone identified as Franciscu’s sister, who urged him to see Franciscu. Apparently his ex had returned to Sardinia to the village for a time after they broke up. As his sister told him, Franciscu’s spell had rebounded shortly after his trip home and franciscu was now back in Milan and scared to leave his house in his new size.

Lonely, and eager to know if this was true, Michele finally wrote back to Franciscu and asked him if he was ok. Franciscu surprisngly wrote back. Asked Micheles forgiveness and if they could see each other.

Michele paid a visit to Franciscu at the new address. The wooden floors of the hallway creaked against Michele’s 125 kilo bulk. When he walked into the darkened apartment he was shocked to see his former lover.

Franciscu had blimped up enormously! He was more than fat, he sported a new enormous gut. Unlike Michele, who had built muscle by his agressive weightlifting, Franciscu looked like he had just grown rounder and rounder with fat. Instead of going to the gym as he gained, Franciscu had just moped around in self pity. He should have known that spells like that would rebound.

“Wow Michele” Franciscu began “you look... good!”

Michele just stood there in silence at this fat man with Franciscu’s face. Motionless.

“I’m sorry I did this to you Michele” Franciscu said in a sorrowful tone. “You can see I did it to myself. It... bounced back on me. It was wrong. I know it was wrong. I’m so sorry”

There was silence as a Michele looked on stunned at the fat bear his ex boyfriend had become.

“Look at you, such a sexy bear now” Franciscu continued. “Look at those arms. You’re huge! But in a good way! Not like me... I just got fat. Goddamn, I’m so fat” he continued.

“I swear to you I will never do anything like this again. I know it was wrong” Micheles fattened ex continued “can you ever forgive me?”

Despite his hugely overweight new frame, Michele still found himself lost in his former boyfriends eyes. He was still in love with this man, even transformed. Even after the transformation he had put them both through.

“I don’t hate you Franciscu” Michele finally said “I’ve missed you” he continued. “And... I don’t... I don’t hate what I’ve become” he said. Franciscu smiled.

Franciscu was the first to embrace Michele, but Michele didn’t resist. Michele pulled off Franciscu’s tight shirt to get a good look at the fat man Franciscu had become.

Soon the two were together again, only much, much larger. Their huge bodies pressing against each other in a new sensations. The bed creaked in protest at the 300 kilos rolling around on top of it.

The two now huge men had found each other again. Michele woke up the next morning to find his fat bear of a boyfriend laying in bed next to him. He realized with a certain satifaction that he could definitely get used to Franciscu’s new fat body, just as he had already gotten used to his own new beefy musclechub frame.

“You still love me, even like this? “ Fransiscu asked in a self conscious tone.

“I love you like this” Michele replied quickly.